A little bit about me.
Sit down.
I'm younger than my tongue, older than my teeth and have lived a life so full that it would choke a Trojan horse for days.
Though I've never *knock on wood* broken a single bone in my body, my history is littered with tales of sutures, busted bottles, maglight-beat-downs, spider-webbed sternums, concussions of all degrees, and exotic puncture wounds to name a few.
I've lived on the streets of Detroit by my own free will, without the aid of a chemical addiction nor the $0.10 apiece for returnable bottles, and I take no shit of any measure from anyone, alive or dead.
I've earned my stripes, my wings and my license to cunningly tear you down and make you wet with want while I do it.
I've fucked my way to the top, and have rocked my skull off the bottom for good measure.
I can hear the teachings of Jesus and slap the fuck out of a Christian at the same time.
I bite. I chew. I'm pursuing happiness with everything I have and am.
Oh, and before I forget, "Life is pain, Princess. Get a helmet."
You can be my friend if...
You have fucked up teeth.
You have a spine.
You stand up for those who mean something to you, even if it means only that those pretty teeth of yours will end up more fucked than ever.
You gonna bark all day, little doggie, or are you gonna bite?
In five years...
You'll likely ask me this inane question, again. Until then, tend to your own shit first, and maybe I'll have the time to tell you all about mine.
