fandango63

fucking a, my autobiography will be a wild fucking one. i don't know howi do it for being on the surface some normal looking honkey but i get into situations that even nikki sixx would say, "that's fucked." it's fun as all hell, mostly, but a little terrorifying when i think about what would happen if i tried to get into all these things.
moving to c-bus has probably been the best thing in my life besides women and learning to ride a bike, so everyday i thankful to be here.
last week i helped the ex fix up her house to sell it. there was a lot of i told yous i could have told her about buying the house, her new exboyfriend, where she lives and about ten other things i told her to avoid, but i bit my tongue. that made things go well, except for the dude getting mancatty over me being silverback in his perceived domain. that's all stupid shit, the important things are that i helped out a friend, i made a little scrilla, i went somewhere new and did some new things, i learned that i am a lot more capable of doing things that i thought, and that i really have no reason to think negatively about myself for all things sack related. the week was a breath of confident fresh air...
another week, another week of chances to succeed.

i may even be smiling.