Wow, it's like opening up a diary and seeing that I've been in a coma for 2 months.

But instead of a coma, I was living the American dream dumping my unemployment money into a new business.  

But enough about me, let's talk about you.  Let's talk about this action set in a big rustic warehouse with a hook for a hand judge and some gold nails that make you say what?

Sizzling topics:

When the beat it so sick

I'm a comic

A mix and match of timelines

A broken promise