FUCK IT!!!!!!!!!!
Whats up mother fuckers! Miss me? Of course you did. Things ain't too bad out her in hickville, PA. A lot of partying, a lot of fine girls, a lot of, well, pretty much nothing. School is so fucking hard here. Compared to E-wood, I feel like I'm in college! I'ver just been hanging out with a lot of my childhood friends and such and they're really cool, although I miss all of you oh so much! Hopefully I make it back sometime soon. Plus I want to come back so I can kick the shit out of Jimmy Wakefield (or who I like to refer as Jimmy Fight) Get this. This mother fucker calls me up at 1:00 am on a school night, wakes up my diabetic grandmother, and starts talking shit to my little 14 year old brother. Saying shit like he just got done running a train on Angie with black James and she was the best sex he ever had and he fucked her ass and hes looking for some fresh meat and hes gonna rape Justins ass and then shoot him with an AK. Hell no, not while Im around. What a sick, demented fuck! Wanting to rape little boys and shit. He needs to stay away from Jeffrey Dommer and start hanging with a new crowd. Damn crackhead. Ok, so I get on the phone, and the mother fucker tells me hes coming to PA to kick my ass. HAHA!!!!!!!!!! I wish he would come here. Im sorry to all of you, but you all are pussys compared to the rednecks here. They fight for fun, and I mean brutally fight. If he came here, he wouldnt make it out with his teeth and his bones intact. Damn, some people are so fucked up in the head. He can run a train on Angie all he wants, as far as Im concerned, Ill run on train on his fucking mother. :) Ok, Im tired of talking about that sicko. So, I'll be getting my liscense soon. I drive all the damn time cause you never see cops around here. Its fun I guess. I started skating again. Talk about those fakie frontside flips and those nollie varial heels. You know I got those. Im doing my own acoustic thing although I cant sing and suck at guitar according to those guys, but Im at it anyway. Im about to start modeling again. I've been working out everyday in school and am finally getting my body back again. Its great. I need fucking money, and since I cant sing, I might as well make it off something I do have, and thats good looks. :) Talk about Josh from Enough Said right there. I fucking miss you guys so much. Gimme a ring sometime. My cell number is still 904-219-2836. You'll probably get the answering machine so leave me a message and I'll call you back. Well, as Jimmy would say, "Dude, im out dude like a fat bitch dude in a wet t-shirt contest dude."