A Face Only A Mother Could Love

Who am I? Most of you who read this probably have a good idea who I am. Some of you know me personally and can barely stand to be near me. Jerks. I am a lot of things but to sum it up in just a page isn’t fair. I have a lot of ideas, but barely ever run with them. I rant a lot on the webs, but in real life you will barely hear me speak a word.

This place is a place to write about my adventures in life as well as share other stuffs that I think are kind of entertaining. Artistic masturbation I think they call it, right? Life is definitely an adventure and I invite you to read and follow along on my little adventures in life. You might laugh, cry, become frustrated, and or have an erection lasting longer than 4 hours. If you suffer from the latter, you might want to seek medical attention and/or not sleep on your stomach.

I am always open to answer questions or comments about my writing, but please don’t bash me, I might cry like a little girl again. Yes, again. I don’t know how to end an about me page, so I’ll just end it with a quote.

“Don’t you NEVER say an unkind word about the Time! Me and Silent Bob modeled our whole fucking lives around Morris Day and Jerome. I’m a smooth pimp who LOOOOOVES the pussy, and Tubby here is my black manservant. What?! -Jay (Jay & Silent Bob Strike Back)”