I have been trying to read more blogs and learn more about blogging.
I noticed many humor bloggers occasionally do a serious post.
Please bear with me through this dramatic shift in tone I am about to undergo.
It all started when I was a baby
My father took me to a Digital Underground concert. That's all I want to say about that.
Many years later, I was playing Crazy Climber at Chuck E. Cheese. I felt a presence behind me and suddenly
His paws smelled of sweat and old pizza. He never spoke.
I used up all my serious drawing that stupid picture of the Crazy Climber game.
Courtesy of School Lunches of America, proving once again that delicious foods can come in steaming bags.
Anyways, better get serious.
So after Chuck E. Cheese spooned me while playing an arcade game, I waited another fifteen years and then turned to drugs.
The first time I smoked grass
we were all in a closet but I don't know why.
I was not sure how I was supposed to feel so I pretended it was soooooooooooo fun.
Than I overheard someone mutter how annoying I was when I was high.
I would have fought him because those are the kinds of words that should always be answered with fists and angry repetition of the question "What?! What?! What?! Dude, what?!", but I was not really a fighter, and besides, now that I was toking doobies, I had to love peace and Joni Mitchell and all that stuff.
Skipping ahead, I didn't like AA because they were really hard on me.