When folks interject themselves into your life in a negative way..yea i hate that shit..but thats whole nuther anger erection rant...
Im gonna keep this one on the 3rd day of November brief and as negative free as possible...stick around for a few brief moments as I spew my grammar in the shittiest way i only know how...
Holy week the bigO, climaxin in  a way the rue dye in the wool scener can wrap there cranium around...all things come and go, teammates, friends, spouses, hair, jobs and the ever popular T level..but one thing seems to be unkillable is Big Steve browns money machine thats gearing itself up in the  north country...As much as i dont buy into it..i cant be hatin on a thing that brings the end of somethin so beautiful and unites everyone from the  cougar, to blackjack.. to slobs, elite level, pro-deal suckin sand baggin.. single speed, heavy kneed gals and two timin sons of bitches together on a level playing field...everyone comes away winner..then when its all said and done they go back to normality.....parts may be dead or dried up around the edge but all in all..shit could be worse...

 Drift-on..