Ok, ok, Im not going to name the bar or the bartender... Jeez, I have a love hate deal with this blogging thing. I love to tell my story but then I incriminate a mother fucker. Know what I mean? It was fun though, three chumps sitting around talking about relationships. A

In my pre-teens a white, skinny kid wearing second hand clothes. I lived on the 4200 block of Ashland Ave. N. in Chicago. I was pure Midwest, I had 8-track tapes of Kiss, Ted Nugent, STYX and AC/DC. I played them over and over. I had a cassette tape with some Zeppelin and

I was fired up. I was going to get on here and rant about how angry, frustrated and tired of the bullshit I was. I was on Potrero Ave., I was speaking real evil. I was mad. I was spitting venom, the gloves were off and I had all I could take. I got home a few minutes ago a

Sideswiped by cocaine. The enemy is moving in. Like a soldier I step forward. Every inch an advance on the enemy. I stand my ground and the air becomes thicker with the smell of blood. My teeth are ready to bite. I am here, FUCK OFF! You are all so yesterday, youd never un