well, i was born a poor black child

while in high school i went to iowa to check out a college, i was poisoned by a group of undercover miscreants

collectively called the xbi

who convinced me to move to california and join them.

at first their intentions were good, but as time passed it became obvious to me that they werent who they claimed to be and i left

but you never truly leave the xbi.

in order to lure me back into their good graces they have attempted to bribe me with lavish gifts, beautiful women, and delicious tacos

in a way, this blog is an accounting of the lovely, but immoral things that they have done to and for me so that i would some day return and fly their black helicopter, chopper one. the one thing i really miss. a lot.

who am i? im the same as you, a temporary visitor to this mortal coil, skateboarding on the tightrope over clever and stupid, dreaming of a time when one doesnt introduce themselves by elegant words that could never fit on a business card, but instead hold up a lotus bloom and esp everything

on saturdays i drive for lyft