the first thing i remember was my body spread out on the road with a car going about 25 coming at me. being that i was only 4, i had no concept of death or fear. not surprisingly, my grandfather (rest his soul) nearly shit a brick as the car put its breaks on and saved me a trip to Hell. he grabed me and yelled at me in spanish, but it wasnt a mean type of yell,... more like "you dummy dont do that again".
i can remember my first encounter with fear.
a butterfly was flying right at me and I freaked out. i dont know why, but i just did. i cried. my grandfather didnt know what to make of it. he was macho. but i was just a kid.
i've been a pussy ever since.
i can remember my first encounter with fear.
a butterfly was flying right at me and I freaked out. i dont know why, but i just did. i cried. my grandfather didnt know what to make of it. he was macho. but i was just a kid.
i've been a pussy ever since.
I like your picture man, you look good!
Oh yeah, I've seen Palahniuk's other stuff, we have a stack of his books in the store now, I think I'm gonna read them all. My sister thinks Fight Club was a movie before it was a book - wtf?