That in the photo, is my friend Sharkie. I knew him only briefly. For less than a day actually. He acted rather strangely. Like a fish out of water. The one on the left is also a friend. He is James. Sometimes I think he is not all there.
He thinks he is Gary Oldman and I am Tim Roth. He thinks he is Hawkeye and I am Chinggakook. He believes he is Michael and I, Tom Hagen. Truth be said, I only let him believe what he wants for God only knows what a dose of reality would do to his fragile self-esteem.
To be truthful, I am the lone wolf and he is the cub. I am Batman and he is Robin. I am Aragorn and he is Gimli. I am Toshiro Mifune and he is Tetsuya Nakadai. I think you get the picture.
He is an enigma though. The black and white collar is now part of the wardrobe. The chalice is an additional accoutrement from which he now dispenses Holy Communion. But the big bike and all 450cc of it stays. Oh, and get your hands off his Samurai katana. That is Hanzo Hattori steel. Still have lots of unfinished business. Navigating tight turns at breakneck speed is really pushing it. No, that's not faith. And no, that's not stigmata either. Those are lacerations and punctures when you fly into the air and land 15 feet away. Jackass. Now get yourself stitched up. What? You're going need a metal brace in your arm?!? What is it with you and your self-inflicted injuries? Jeez, the last time around, you knelt on a shaving blade. By the way, since when have you developed the taste for crepes? Crepes, my butt!!! yeah, yeah, yeah. You are over her. blah blah blah.
It's a mad, mad world when the fishers of men were weaned on Joe Strummer and fascinated with James Gandolfini spewing "figlio de puttana."
The Sheperd has yet to return but in His infinite wisdom, has left the wolf to watch over the flock. Of course, the sheep are unsettled to have a predator in their midst. But unbeknownst to them, legions of ferocious beasts lurk in the darkness, ravenous, ready to pounce and tear them to bits. It has gotten a lot more dangerous. El Lupo Santiago bathes in the lunar glow and howls at the moon, lamenting lost loves, reliving past glories, celebrating la vitta and warning demons to keep away. And the hounds are kept at bay.
My man, I've got your back like you've always watched mine. Bring it on then!! Bring it on.
He thinks he is Gary Oldman and I am Tim Roth. He thinks he is Hawkeye and I am Chinggakook. He believes he is Michael and I, Tom Hagen. Truth be said, I only let him believe what he wants for God only knows what a dose of reality would do to his fragile self-esteem.
To be truthful, I am the lone wolf and he is the cub. I am Batman and he is Robin. I am Aragorn and he is Gimli. I am Toshiro Mifune and he is Tetsuya Nakadai. I think you get the picture.
He is an enigma though. The black and white collar is now part of the wardrobe. The chalice is an additional accoutrement from which he now dispenses Holy Communion. But the big bike and all 450cc of it stays. Oh, and get your hands off his Samurai katana. That is Hanzo Hattori steel. Still have lots of unfinished business. Navigating tight turns at breakneck speed is really pushing it. No, that's not faith. And no, that's not stigmata either. Those are lacerations and punctures when you fly into the air and land 15 feet away. Jackass. Now get yourself stitched up. What? You're going need a metal brace in your arm?!? What is it with you and your self-inflicted injuries? Jeez, the last time around, you knelt on a shaving blade. By the way, since when have you developed the taste for crepes? Crepes, my butt!!! yeah, yeah, yeah. You are over her. blah blah blah.
It's a mad, mad world when the fishers of men were weaned on Joe Strummer and fascinated with James Gandolfini spewing "figlio de puttana."
The Sheperd has yet to return but in His infinite wisdom, has left the wolf to watch over the flock. Of course, the sheep are unsettled to have a predator in their midst. But unbeknownst to them, legions of ferocious beasts lurk in the darkness, ravenous, ready to pounce and tear them to bits. It has gotten a lot more dangerous. El Lupo Santiago bathes in the lunar glow and howls at the moon, lamenting lost loves, reliving past glories, celebrating la vitta and warning demons to keep away. And the hounds are kept at bay.
My man, I've got your back like you've always watched mine. Bring it on then!! Bring it on.
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