yeah, I definitely don’t like Jager that much. I rarely turn down a shot of it…. but then, I rarely turn down a shot of anything. He’s probably an alright guy though – obviously never met him. Most of the guys I know that are that crazy are either welders or cooks.

My next door neighbor has little tattooed circles for eyebrows and Celtic symbols as sideburns – in addition to a host of other things I barely pay attention to any more. Super nice guy, and I’d back him up in a fight, but he’s insane. Watched him storm across the street in his boxers, yelling at some drunk who was yelling at his wife: “STFU now, motherfucker!! You woke up my fucking kids! It’s 1:00 in the GODDAMN morning!!” then grabbed the dude by the throat. It was a thing of beauty. 5’6″, 160 lbs…. and the pavement shook. I was sitting on the porch, drinkin’ a beer. Waiting for the cops.

He’s a cook.

Then there’s my buddy Roger who used to sing in a band I played for. Kinda looped out and got a pentagram tattooed on his forehead. Seriously, one of the nicest guys you will ever meet. Very soft spoken. Just a little fucking nuts. With a little research you can find him on myspace: X-Ray Death Beam.

He’s a cook.

And of course, my old childhood friend, Charlie…. I’m not even go into his antics. Watched him form a one man mosh-pit on 5 guys, well 3 – two ran. One of the most intelligent people I ever met. Seriously.

He’s a welder.

See, so the moral of the story is: you can’t judge a book by it’s cover.

(well, maybe you can.)