I am, I are, I can Half Beard. How do I know these things? Better yet, how do I know these things to be fact? I'll tell you. I woke up and headed to the Jon, you know how it is, morning wood...banging headache...the taste in your mouth would be rotten ass, but your tongue is like a piece of leather...
After I finished my morning piss and shit, I headed to the sink for a drink of water. My fuzzy eyes caught a glimpse, but it didn't register, I finished sucking on the lime encrusted faucet, checked the mirror again, this time rubbing my eyes. There staring back at me was some kind of Half Bearded freak...just then it occurred to me that I was looking at myself. I shot myself one of those John Travolta Saturday Night Fever smiles.
I went to the fridge and grabbed myself a beer, sat down and decided today would be the day that I chronicled my life. I figure hell, I've been through some shit, someone has to find it interesting.
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