Born in DeFuniak Springs, FL to a heroin addict mother and unknown father. Raised by used cars sales man and a alcoholic housewife. Pushed himself to earn PhD while living on instant noodles in a trailer without electricity.
Died of depression.
Lesson learned? Don't lie to your kids.
Happy Birthday Knife. 45 today.
PS: Lusher announced today their second Father Daughter Dance. Shit
OK, so it is 8:00 am. I am getting ready to take the kids to school, there is a bunch of kids on the street. Suddenly I hear this very, very loud popping sounds from the street. I thought someone was messing with fireworks. After the 10th pop, I got out to see what's up. The electrical lines in front my house were spontaneously exploding. I am not fucking kidding! Every 5 inch or so, the lines exploded with a huge shower or sparks. I was just looking at what's gonna burn and if there is someone underneath.
It lasted just from the transformer to the next pole but it fucking burned my car! There are two burn marks on the back windshield and one on the bumper.
Just imagine I was on time and the kids would be standing right under the wires and the fire.