I like to think out of all the people i've met only three were my TRUE friends,and the rest was just a vague memory or my enemy in disguise. Everytime i think it's going good,or if i'm going in the right direct nature turns me around. I went from living on a mountain to living in a ghetto with a crackhead who had no tv,no power,no anything,and all the sewage was under that house. I dont dwell on it though,i mean after all, not only am i alive and have a better house but...I still have people to meet and people to piss off.
In case you don't know me, I love pissing people off.