I'm a man of wealth and taste....Actually, I'm just a poor boy from a poor family. I need no sympathy, because I'm easy come, easy go. Where I come from isn't all that great. My automobile is a piece of crap. My fashion sense is a little whack, and my freinds are just as screwy as me.
Sometimes I picture myself in a boat on a river, with tangerine trees and marmalade skies. Or, just sitting in an english garden waiting for the Sun.
Well, that was my little intro. It may or may not make sense. But don't worry most the things I post either have not, and/or will not make sense.
Pleased to meet you. Won't you guess my name?