what can I say...

A true vision... this picture will no doubt pass the test of time...

staggerific...

So, apparently that little pose for the camera last week was just forshadowing of the events to come. The stag itself was uneventful. Othen than producing a drunken mess that we know better as "Justin". But that was just the beginning. After a jaunt downtown, the Italian Stallion caught a second wind, and he only had one thing on his mind - luckily for me, it was fist-a-cuffs. Honestly speaking, he kicked my ass. My religion doesn't permit me to inflict harm on my fellow man. And by "religion" I mean "lack of fighting technique". But I just downloaded the complete triology of Karate Kid, so Justin, be warned.

eyes of a fighter...

As you can see here, I've got Fitz just where I want him. This is what I call, "Hit him while he pre-occupied smiling" technique. Works every time. And by "every" I mean 50%. I'd also like to note that I can run really, really fast. Sometimes they call me the Brown Streak. Confusion often follows.

More Consistent?

Yeah, so it's been awhile. A long while. 4 months to be exact. Jebus. I'm gonna try and be more consistent. Really. I promise. Well, maybe promise is too strong of a word. Try. Yeah, that's the word I was looking for. Or was it "maybe"?