When I was growing up skateboarding, a bunch of friends and I went to this thrift store and as we were leaving I jumped up and passed gas in my friend's face. I turned around and it wasn't my friend, it was this nice old lady who was just walking out of the store. That was probably one of the more awkward apologies I've had to make in my life.

And anyone that calls me a sell-out is just jealous.

Look at me... look at me... I need the attention, oooh I'm punk rock I got some tattoos, I got some piercings. If I'm gonna get some piercings then I want everyone to see it...I don't need to advertise my punkness. A real punk doesn't need to show off...Its like a Karate man... the Karate man bleed on the inside. A real punk is punk on the inside.

It's a real challenge to complete a story arc and end up with a cool punchline in 120 characters.

Screw them. Yeah. But not literally. I'm not advocating promiscuity.

Never let anyone tell you how to live your life.

I just want everyone out there to know that I'm super-awesome and a great guy and really cool to talk to and that I appreciate all the support.