So now that there's that fucking counter thing that says everything about you I might as well do a blog entry.

My buddy who used to be the dusthead keeps trying to convince me to do air dusters with him. I've got reservations. He tells me, "yeah, if you chest starts hurting stop, cuz if you do a couple more hits you could get a heart attack." Then he tells me he usually does one more at that point just to keep the high going. I like dangerous drugs, but I prefer when the...

Jimmy Coonan