I'm real busy right now and I don't have time to write a lengthy blog post about the time I met my childhood hero Jan Michael Vincent. I was on the second level of a major university library, meandering about between areas, soliciting $20 addys and picking through unattended backpacks, when an older man's voice confidentially announced he'll "buy every goddamn adderall in this library" and before I could freak out about him being a cop I looked him dead in the face and saw his serene image playing a cello on a dock in the American television classic Airwolf. We immediately snorted my supplies and began threatening nearby librarygoers with chairs and books. we're going to ride our dirt bikes through a local golfcourse right now but unless something really crazy illegal happens, I'll post the full tr for my nonfake-amnesia logs later tonight.
if america has taught me anything, it's that you can be as big of an asshjle as you want, IF you're absolutely amazing at something. me?, i try to start from the end and work my way backwards into greatness. i think achieving it this way makes me appreciate it all the more.
stop reading my private blog.
new thing to do instead of getting my life together:
the chat room on http://markets.blockchain.info/markets/mtgox/USD is completely packed with absolutely ruthless trolls and people freaking out 24/7. it's better than horse racing, it's better than sports betting, it's better than tv, it's even better than hbo. find a way to start chatting there.