What's up peeps, you're looking at a man that has stared death itself right in the eyes and laughed in it's face. Well, not really, I was just sicker than I've ever been in my life for a few weeks. Thought I had Anthrax. I'm feeling better now though, the recent Yankee miracles have given me the strength to conquer my biological foes. Basically I had pnemonia and stomach problems at the same time, which made my adrenal gland go into overdrive, so suffice it to say it's been a shitty couple weeks. I'm feeling better now though, and I lost a ton of weight the last few weeks so it's been fun eating all kinds of fatty crap to try to put it back on. These last couple weeks I've had just about zero human contact aside from doctors so if any of my flip mode squad wants to chill gimme a call. In conclusion, if the Rocket doesn't pitch like a coked up heat loving freak tonight I'm going to disown him as a Yankee. It's go time you damn dirty snakes.