Chapter 3

Inevitably at any given point during a testosterone drenched bout of street fisticuffs - the shirt comes off of one of the combatants and is often followed by said individual assuming a ridiculous martial arts pose. This person is then usually knocked unconscious... My particular recanting of this pugilistic fable also involves homemade tattoos of down syndrome afflicted canines and an assault rifle hidden behind the front door - just beneath a Salma Hayek shrine. Do I really need to elaborate further? Nah... didn't think so either.

Chapter 2

It has been said "Bird who fly upside down,have dirty crack-up".
This mirthful,frontal lobe platitude was one of a regular rotation
of semi-bawdy philosophical tidbits to spew like dyslexic alphabet
soup from my Father's mouth.

It was upon this wizened foundation that I, with abandon, lay the
first bricks and mortar of my own hillariously subjective house of worship.