About Me
My dreams, they are all dead an buried,
Sometimes I wish the sun would just explode.
And when God comes and calls me to his kingdom,
I'll take all you sons-of-bitches when I go.
age: 41 (Dec 06, 1970)
MEMBER SINCE: December 2005
occupation: In the Witness Relocation Program. My true identity lays hidden in plain sight for those who knew me then.
heroes: Frank Abagnale Jr., Augusten Burroughs, Sir Richard Branson
body mods: A few tattoos
makes me sad: The war.
i lost my virginity: Awkwardly
gets me hot: Fingernails on my back
BLOGS
While walking in the park one sunny Sunday morn, I strange man in odd clothes grabbed me by my shoulders and shook my violently while screaming, "For the love of God man, do you have the time?"
I knocked his hands away from my body and placed my hands on his head and drew him closer and said, "I'm sorry sir, I'm not from around here."
I knocked his hands away from my body and placed my hands on his head and drew him closer and said, "I'm sorry sir, I'm not from around here."
NOVEMBER 2010
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Aaronsrod