My Vices
Growning up my parents considered me the black sheep of the family. I don't know if they thought I was doing drugs or what, but I firmly believe they were way off base. I did no worse than the average kid. Although some kids didn't smoke cigarettes, they would binge drink until oblivion then take their beat up Monte Carlos for joy rides. To tell you the truth, I was a pretty damn good kid. But I'm not a kid anymore. But my vices remain the same. I dedicate this site to my vices that have reveared me as a rebel in my family.