age: 77 (Jan 31, 1935)
MEMBER SINCE: September 2002
occupation: screenwriter/director of photography
crush: my wife
gets me hot: Mean & rough in the back of a '72 Buick Riviera...
sign: No Trespassing
stats: Benelli M1 super 90
why i did sg: Did I say "Love"? No. Those are your words.
fantasy: Get out of jail, rob the corner pawn shop, hotwire a van and go on a killing spree. Come and get me, copper!!!
into: Drugs, Satan, Gore Vidal, Fatty Foods, killing kittens
i lost my virginity: So please quit hitting on me.
body mods: Knife scars, broken nose, glass in knuckels, oh and some cute little tats.
FEBRUARY 2010
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Love is a very good shit-storm shelterin which to hide against insecurity. For our undying loce we hope we can buy in return eternal love, which would spell security for us. But love, like everything else, is perishable. It changes with time and if you aren't careful, undying love becomes undying hate.
People try to steer clear of insecurity in so many hilarious ways. Humility is my favorite. Great humilty makes one important. It raises you above the proles.