TOP RIGHT CORNER, CLICK THE HALF SIGN EL BEETCHEZ.
my punker story's coming to an end, and i need something else to fill up my time,
this story is pretty much my child, i think it's my most up to date, most accurate,
and it's the only story that i am writing the ol' one at a time, straight onto fanfic style
also: i think it's my best written crap yet, i think i'm improving :)

RESPECT, READ, REVIEW, MESSAGE, YEAHURR
peeess: title is say anything, i luff those guys
check the banner on my homopage too


Bitches ain't shit but hoe's and tricks. Well, that's what Dr. Dre and Snoop Dogg thought anyway, and if you've ever shared a long car ride with either Samoa Joe or Colt Cabana you would have heard that phrase blasting through the radio about a million times.

Alex and I, we had been best friends, tag partners, and of course partners in crime for years. Longer than I can remember. Nothing could come between us, not him being a total asshole, not the belt, not anything. Not the fact that I somewhat looked up to him, and especially not some chick.

When I met him he had been in the Indies for years, working Mexico, Japan, The UK, and everywhere in the US. This kid was advanced beyond his years, he had a cool look, he had cool friends, and he had a different woman on him every week. I don't give a shit if I'm older than him, the kid's a hero.

Well,I thought that until about 6 months ago. Shit really hit the fan and I don't know if I'm really proud of it. It seems we found the one thing that could come between us, and her name was Hayley Crawford...