What the hell happened to me?

Back when the Lord looked upon me with joy and happiness. Last I heard he was referring to me as slothful. Ouch!


Ever get that feeling like you're not quite the person you used to be? Ever get the feeling you're twice the person you used to be? To be honest I really don't know what the hell happened to me. One minute I was home from California, lookin' good and driving the women wild and the next thing I know I am sitting further and further away from the keyboard to make room for my stomach. Thinking back on it all I can trace my transformation to one specific moment in time. Ah yes, twas the day my brother-in-law, Sam, introduced me to Tornados at the Summit truck stop. Ya see, that's exactly what those scrumptious deep fried bits of manna from heaven do. They take you away in a whirlwind of delectable goodies and tasty treats and the next thing you know you're pausing to catch your breath before you tie your second boot.


I am not quite sure if 'Ezekiel' is still cool to wear ( I haven't skated in...well...ever), but as soon as I get get into that shirt without having to roll it on one inch at a time I am bringing it back baby!

(I think I am sucking it in here, can you tell?)