The Guess Who makes to the table while Life is Beautiful by Sixx A.M. follows suit.

If you can say something nice, make sure it’s damn true.

While I am as grateful as grateful could be for my last wife, she took advantage of me in ways I can’t even describe. She’s a dream weaver, meaning she can invade your dreams and make you see shit that most people would actually fall for.

Imagine you have a dream where you appear in a coral with the posts are pink demon looking things.

There’s a house and a boy standing in the second story window.

So I go in the house and there’s a few people at the table. They said your dead, now you can tell all your secrets.

That’s when I headed out of the house and figured out where the exit was.

Had this been the only time she fucked with my dreaming, I wouldn’t have developed dream defense. Wouldn’t even have thought of it.

Thank you.

There was one that I wish I could have again because it was cool as fuck. Fucked up shit, kind of demonic, but it was cool.

I exorcise demons, for me it’s like a kid in the candy store. I get most people would be rightly terrified by shit I don’t even blink at.

I always wanted to meet a dude that can do the shit I do. Instead I became me.

And I can teach anyone.

My email is jimccarterjr@gmail.com.

Two C’s.

So now Kansas has told be to carry on wayward son, so I bid adieu.