Son Son Son.

I can't stop saying son.

And neither can my mother.

Who. By the way. Is reading The Shame of the Nation by Jonathan Kozol.

Some conspiracy theory typeshit. Regarding school systems and segregation.

Took a peek and I'm hooked.

The world has gone mad...

The bailout was only for credit companies. The big dogs. We got effed.

My answer for everything.

"We're in a recession."

Why am I losing weight?... "We're in a recession."

Wash dishes!... "Nah. Nope. "We're in a recession."

I haven't been posting lately. I apologize. Writers block lives in my head.

I think I have ADD.

Went here.

And saw this.

I don't know son... I don't know.

What I do know is. I'm really into wearing my Vans (Authentics, Vegan edition) with no socks...

Crazy.

My Contribution to W. Spahk's post.

I have a media card in my BlackBerry now. Feel free to send me naked pictures.