Well, I just got home from my brother’s wedding. It over very quickly, and there was free alcohol. As expected, I ended up feeding many of my drinks to my nephew Jamie. He loved the pineapple one. Anyway, it was over in no time. Then the partying began. There was even a woman there who was checkin out the goods, not even too bad looking. My other brother Tim came over and told me she wanted to talk to me, but I declined. I bowled with her before, so she either desires marraige or isn’t rich, which are pretty much my rules.

Really, I do. I hate drugs. I hate having to take so many a day. Don’t get me wrong, my friends and I used to light random leaves to smoke them, but that was a different time. Now, the main drugs are these prescription pills. People keep asking me for my painkillers. I am never going to use them, but I’m sure not handing them out. I never understood why you’d want a downer anyway… If I were to do drugs, I’d want something to speed me up, you know? I’m already slow enough as it is.

You know what’s just freakin’ ignorant? People that tailgate you in the fast lane. Fast lane doesn’t mean you can exceed the speed limit, dude. I am not moving. If you want to get around me, riding my back end isn’t going to help you. Nor is flicking your lights at me. You either go around, or chill out. I’ll be the one laughing when the North Port police pick you up..because you know that’s how they earn revenue, right? Yep, they sit on 75 writing tickets all day to people who tailgate Kenneth Brock, that’s right.