Wow, I really hate these questions. I either say too much or not enough. Sometimes I say a whole lot of nothing. It’s like having sex underwater…there’s really no point. I mean…what specifically about me would anyone care to know? My weight? My height? My star sign? My credit card number?
Ok…enough bullshitting…Let’s talk about ME!
Um…I..uh…I was born in California, on a warm night in May.
I hate crowds, yet I perform for them. It’s a bittersweet relationship. I honestly wish I could perform in a small room in front of a simple video camera and send it around to all my fans.
I enjoy writing..I like to roller skate and swim.
What else?
I’m pretty tall and I think I have a pretty awesome shape…I mean, If I was cloned… I’d TOTALLY do me!
I would rock my fucking world…I wouldn’t wanna leave my side.
God, how long can this shit BE?
If they allowed me to write a book on this thing…could I?
There’s plenty of room to fuck around and say anything I want to say, isn’t there?
If only freedom of speech was THIS easy…
I love to travel..which I do frequently…and I think I’ll stop there.
Oh!
My pet peeves, right?
Ok…I hate the smell of eggs, religion and ghetto bitches.
My likes?
I like smoking weed sometimes…I also dig Netflix when it starts giving me better selections, and I like humor. As a matter of fact..I LOVE humor. i avoid people who take life so seriously. I’m totally immature that it should be outlawed…Oh, but I can pay a bill and stay out of jail and all…but I mean, I do dumb shit like climb on the rrof of buildings just for the hell of it, or get hit in the face with a pie just to make someone laugh.
Ok, I’m done.
Bye!