every day at least one or two people tell me to my face that i'm full of shit and it doesn't really bother me so how could a bunch of anonymous folk on a weed forum tie you up so. none of us really exists. geo is actually a paraplegic housewife from des moines, skink is a japanese school girl, bg is an unemployed taxidermist named ralph and i'm a minor paper pusher in the bowels of the doj. roll with the punches, go with the flow, take life one day at a time, and any other cliches you feel like. now, if you'll excuse me, i have a cheesecake in the freezer that's calling my name.