ask me anything and know what i'll fucking do, man? i'll pop out an answer, right or wrong, because i don't know how to say i don't know.
maybe i should learn, because there's so much i don't know.
most of the time i am correct with what i blurt out, because common sense goes a long way. you don't need to fall off a building to know it hurts.
and when i'm wrong, that's fine. Noon's gonna know the answer to everything. aka, shit happens.
i dont look back and see a bunch of mistakes. i look into my past and see a fuckload of lessons learned.
life's too short to make all your own mistakes. perhaps that's a hidden function that blogs can offer.
cuz im a huge mistake, mannnn...
but mistakes are important. like the time i got my hand slammed in a car door, or the time i stapled my my thumb, or the time that i saw Matt Radke nearly cut off his finger in woodshop class on the table saw. all of those were done on accident, and i learned valuable things from them all.
especially thankful to matt radke for being the guinee pig on THAT ONE.
no whats the worst part about getting kicked in the balls? i think it's the part where you feel like your testicles have been blown apart into a trillion tiny pieces and you feel them floating near your stomach. yah, that part for sure.
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