Damn, I look good. | 
No, seriously, I do. | 
What, do you think I'm kidding? |
What's that supposed to mean? | 
Ok, now that was just uncalled for. | 
This little guy was in the parking lot of the store I used to work at. |
Yes, I let Katie give me a fauxhawk. | 
And yes, I regretted it. | 
This is where the magic happens. My "office." |
My bed and my Rock Band drum set. Awesome. | 
My entertainment shrine. Isn't it beautiful? | 
My guitar. Isn't it beautiful? |
This is my pretending I know how to play. | 
But I'm going to learn, I swear. | 
Honestly. |
