I complain a lot. I'm vulgar, and have a sick sense of humor. Nice to meet you.
**Author’s Note: The following is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Especially you Jenny Beckman. Bitch.
I was born a poor black child,
I said, “You make me never wanna leave the place
That I always wanted to leave”
You said, “Maybe you weren’t trying to get up and get out
Just lookin’ for a reason to stay”
One time Corey and I sat at ihop and people watched and this girl totally had a crush on this dude and was flirting hard core. And the dude was totally just reading a graphic novel instead of paying attention.
So I wrote him a note that said ” put that book down that girls obviously into you.” And left it at his table once we left.
It was so wonderful hearing all these people talk about the crazy shit you did. It reminded me how awesome of a person you were. You lived your life to the fullest and I can still hear your stupid laugh and remember the outrageous things you use to do. Ima miss you. You were kick ass and I hope you realize how many people’s lives you effected and how you taught people to live their life and that there’s always an adventure around the corner.
One time I was Link for Halloween party. I had to stop at Walmart to buy beer and since I was already wearing costume I didn’t want to change. The minor details are: this party was on October 10th, so wearing a costume to Walmart pretty much made me the center of attention. That and with me being…
We’re just going to leave out the part that you were carrying a case of fuzzy navels also.




