I Know We Just Met Today, But

Well, On That Day I Ceased Cleansing My Body. No More Brushing My Teeth, No More Washing My Hair, No Baths, No Soap, No Water. Thirty Days Of Debris Build. I Stopped Shavin’ And I Was 18, Had A Little Scraggly Beard, Really Looked Like A Hippie…then Two Weeks Before, I Stopped Eating Any Food With Nutritional Value…then A Week Before, I Stopped Going To The Bathroom. I Did It In My Pants. Poop, Piss The Whole Shot. My Pants Got Crusted Up.

I Was A Walking, Talking Hunk Of Human Poop.

My Band And Music Are So Intense They Scare Me, And I'm Not Afraid Of Anything. We Love Our Music With Everything We Got And Deliver The Most Inebriating Fun Concerts On Earth Every Night.

On My First Bowhunt On The Property A Few Years Back, I Was On My Own For Twenty-two Days And Killed An Amazing Thirty-three Head Of Big Game. I'm Surprised I Even Came Home. I Was In Heaven.

I'm Healthy, Have A Loving And Adorable Family, Great Hunting Dogs, A Gravity Defying Musical Career And Most Importantly, Fuzzy-headed Idiots Hate Me.