Recked em, damn near killed em.

Signing in to write this post was my first time viewing the blog. The graphic is fucking awesome. It's just the right amount of dark and gritty. The monkey looks like he has a shank hidden in that typewriter, he's done hard time I'm sure of it. I bet he uses the typewriter to crank out ransom notes or bomb threats.

I'm at a total fucking loss for what to write about. I guess I'll lame out with my specs. I have a back ground in engineering and mayhem. I spent five years in a frozen wasteland drinking myself to death. My war cry was "Don't worry my mom is a doctor." You have no idea how much that phrase will make friends and strangers alike complacent in what is obviously a dangerous and/or illegal activity. Invoking ideas of physicians must make people feel like a competent educated person is in charge and everything will be OK. Rarely was it "OK", a drunken mob is an easy thing to control and you can do a lot of damage with it. On the receiving end, the place I lived in was firebombed at one point. Molotov Cocktail, diesel fuel and a sock stuffed in a 40, you don't need a GED to come up with that. We learned from the police that we were pretty lucky the moron used diesel fuel, straight gas would have made more of an explosion possibly killing a few people. I should also mention the second most important phrase, "I'm not from the area, I didn't know." That will get you off the hook for a lot of the stuff you did after saying "Don't worry my mom is a doctor."

Oh shit it's after midnight. Hang on I'll post this from the Central Time zone.