Sunday, June 28, 2009
So I get allot of people asking about my knuckles. The meaning is self explanatory I think but some people are so fucking retarded they can't imagine anything with depth. Life, Love, Regret I truly believe is the only answer there is. Life is how you deal with it, Love is what we look for and what we can give, and regrets are the things that will haunt us on our death beds. They are all tangled up but the moments of clarity are the best we can hope for. Anyways that is enough ranting. Life today was awesome, My lovely ladies are doing great and I regret not buying more motorcycle junk at the swap meet.