its been 2 years since i lost my son, and i was cleaning out the closet and found baby clothes that i bought him, an that he never wore..it sucks knowing a part of you has left and you never really got to raise him, or see him smile but just see him exit this world..and never will i ever understand his mother or why she did the things she did..but life moved on an so did I. But at the same time i miss him and wanted to be a father so bad, and have a real purpose in life.
LIVE FAST...DIE YOUNG
love old skool rodz, greaser, rockabilly music, skate art, and venice thrash. 13 is my lucky number, and i dont live for nobody but myself..
i am what i am, an cuss like a sailor that i am
love old skool rodz, greaser, rockabilly music, skate art, and venice thrash. 13 is my lucky number, and i dont live for nobody but myself..
i am what i am, an cuss like a sailor that i am
shit sucks
