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I eat peoples insecurities. They could suck the gloss off a chrome fender, but I can suck the soul out of a jesus freak with my eyes.

This one made me actually think for a bit, since to me, it's usually the other way around.

Usually it's the choices I've made that've turned sour that I think about. I remember one of the first times I smoked a cigerette. I was so fucked up in the head I could barely stand. I was too young to realize the euphoria was a result of the lack of oxygen rushing to my brain combined with a healthy dose of nicotene into my virgin neural pathways.

I still struggly with the desire to smoke.

The first time I got drunk. Man it fealt so great that I wanted to drink more.. and more.. and more.. until I was puking on some standardized test in my highschool english class, and had to drink charcoal shit at the hospital.

I still drink, but almost never to the point of 'drunk'. It's that last drink that'll screw your next day up.

I have to say one of the only things that stands out as a 'bad decision' that has turned out good is having kids. Hands down, it rocks. As an Army vet I accepted my impeding doom at an early age. Now I have a reason to order grilled chicken instead of a double bacon cheeseburger.

It's fucking crazy how an insane, crazy, live for the moment kind of guy like me can turn into a contributing member of society... hahaha.

Love my kids...

Leprechaun

When you get a little stressed, I follow these simple steps...


Feign sickness to get out of any responsibilites for the day.

Utilize the nearest watering hole, preferably one with guinness on tap.

Consume until you forgot about everything you'll have to do tomorrow.

Keep it up until you have an epiphany.

Ingest excedrin.

Tell everyone you're great idea while while dancing on the bar top to your favorite Irish Drinking song.