ouch
damn pulled my hamstring again training for mma
i was so good at kicking before that injury happened 3 years ago in jail hasnt been the same since.. i hate it i could be like fuckin bruce lee if that shit wasnt holding me back like a ball n chain
got a couple of tree jobs lined up
knocked wills teeth out cause he tried to fight me cause his ass was stupid and drunk i even tried to tell him to walk away. almost went to jail but didnt due to witnesses stating me knocking him on his ass was in self defense so that was a lucky break
fuckin ians ass is tryin to fuck with me again after i told him fuck you i dont want anything to do with your two faced worm as this time he stoops to a new low by tellin my mom a bunch of bullshit and she beleived him until i got her up to texaco and had some people tell her the truth of it all... that manipulative son of a bitch hes already screwed me over once by not paying me for the work ive done then when i try n see about my money he threatens me with the police. what the fucks this guys deal tryin to feed my mom some bullshit.... i want to beat the shit out of this guy but my brain keeps telling me two faced cowards like him arnt worth going to jail over.. he needs to leave my mom alone its bad enough she may have a tumor in her lungs. my guitars are still in the shop and thats where the root of my stress is. i work my ass off all day doing shit most people would never have the balls to do, risking life and limb. when i come home id atleast like to blow off steam by shredding my guitar well i took it to the shop a week ago to get it restringed for one of them cause new york pros are a pain in the ass to and the other to get the tuning knob replaced... fuckin still not ready i mean wtf i paid good money to have the shit done and their just taking their sweet ass fucking time. as hard as i fucking work my ass off i atleast deserve the pleasure of shredding a guitar.
the more i think about this ian shit the more it pisses me the fuck off and i cant touch the little linch cause hes a snitch ass pussy. being responsible has its downfalls but hey atleast im not in jail and i have a roof over my head. i know im doing good to keep that up but sometimes its just not enough i need to be out there rockin thats where i really belong. its hard for me to trust people worth a fuck cause really the only people who havnt turned their backs on me or lied to me are dre, jason, sid and i think thats about it.. pretty fuckin sad. as soon as this hamstring heals ima start gettin in the ring hopefully land a sponsor by kicking some ass n go out n make a name for myself through martial arts. that seems to be the only way and fighting has always been fun for me
- the prince of rock n roll
i was so good at kicking before that injury happened 3 years ago in jail hasnt been the same since.. i hate it i could be like fuckin bruce lee if that shit wasnt holding me back like a ball n chain
got a couple of tree jobs lined up
knocked wills teeth out cause he tried to fight me cause his ass was stupid and drunk i even tried to tell him to walk away. almost went to jail but didnt due to witnesses stating me knocking him on his ass was in self defense so that was a lucky break
fuckin ians ass is tryin to fuck with me again after i told him fuck you i dont want anything to do with your two faced worm as this time he stoops to a new low by tellin my mom a bunch of bullshit and she beleived him until i got her up to texaco and had some people tell her the truth of it all... that manipulative son of a bitch hes already screwed me over once by not paying me for the work ive done then when i try n see about my money he threatens me with the police. what the fucks this guys deal tryin to feed my mom some bullshit.... i want to beat the shit out of this guy but my brain keeps telling me two faced cowards like him arnt worth going to jail over.. he needs to leave my mom alone its bad enough she may have a tumor in her lungs. my guitars are still in the shop and thats where the root of my stress is. i work my ass off all day doing shit most people would never have the balls to do, risking life and limb. when i come home id atleast like to blow off steam by shredding my guitar well i took it to the shop a week ago to get it restringed for one of them cause new york pros are a pain in the ass to and the other to get the tuning knob replaced... fuckin still not ready i mean wtf i paid good money to have the shit done and their just taking their sweet ass fucking time. as hard as i fucking work my ass off i atleast deserve the pleasure of shredding a guitar.
the more i think about this ian shit the more it pisses me the fuck off and i cant touch the little linch cause hes a snitch ass pussy. being responsible has its downfalls but hey atleast im not in jail and i have a roof over my head. i know im doing good to keep that up but sometimes its just not enough i need to be out there rockin thats where i really belong. its hard for me to trust people worth a fuck cause really the only people who havnt turned their backs on me or lied to me are dre, jason, sid and i think thats about it.. pretty fuckin sad. as soon as this hamstring heals ima start gettin in the ring hopefully land a sponsor by kicking some ass n go out n make a name for myself through martial arts. that seems to be the only way and fighting has always been fun for me
- the prince of rock n roll