The Chrissy Chronicles

Themesong of the Day:

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 6:46 pm

This one is one of my favorite chicks so far. She wasn’t the best looking of them, she wasn’t the smartest, she didn’t have everything I wanted (but since Ive been gaming I’m not sure if there’s a chick out there who does) but the sheer size of her tits; and not sloppy weird tits but for their size 36 FF they were amazingly proportioned and shaped – they even had that split down the middle; and the eventual fun I would have with them several times was fantastic, putting her up there in the top 5 for sure.

Ok so I remember one night I went to my brothers house and we were chilling and I was tired, ready to just call it a night and go to bed. My brother as like, “Let’s go out for one.” (we used to make jokes about Robbie B. who was one of the natural kids I knew back after highschool who would always say, “Let’s go to the bar for ‘one'”which never amounted to just 1 or anywhere near 1.).

So I go to the bar and sit there and drink a beer – man was it good, it’s always that way whenI drink. It’s like you can just feel that sensation of liquid goodness going down your throat and into your belly and soon the tiredness is gone – replaced by this magical creature inside that relly doesn’t care about anything but having fun. I have been drunk in my life and have remembered several times saying to myself, “This is how Im supposed to be.” This is exactly the reason I have learned to control the amount of drinking I do.

So I start playing one of those bar games they have at the counter on the TV looking thingy, the touch screen ones and soon this young beautiful chick comes and sits next to me, but when I say young I give a good look over at her and the table she’s with and I’m thinking Highschool. However she sits there and after a minute she’s playing the game and I remark how she’s just sitting there so I would hit on her. The set opens and I work this “set”, if you wanna call it that, and yet she swears when I voice my suspicions that she’s 22. OK fine so I play and she bites. After a while though even though IMO the set was going extremely well she returns back to her friends, of whom I socially proofed by working the whole set of them, and getting the girls smiling and laughing.

Whatever… So my brother starts talking to this chick who is sitting next to him who is part of a two set. One chick is on the opposite side at the bar and in order to naturally do the right thing I go sit opposite where I was to occupy the obstacle. However the obsticle was pretty cute and I just so happened to notice that once I sat next to her – even though she had a nice shirt on and over shirt that sort of hid them with all sorts of colors and argyle – that she appeared to have huge tits. This is, as I like to say, one of my favorite things about a girls personality.

I open with a canned opener. I cannot recall which one but it didn’t matter. I was drinking. I could have opened talking about $hit or vomit and made it sound fun. I think the conversation flowed and then I mentioned something about her boobs being big and she asked, “How can you tell (she really did have them hidden pretty well)?”

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard. In other words I used a couple different openers as conversational material; OH! and the fact that the younger chick came back and we chatted for a bit and I would take turns ignoring one chick and then the other but my mind was focused on big tits so I think the younger chick eventually left back to her friends, not that it mattered if she really was in highschool as I suspected. Im not a pederass.

Soon the chick kissed me on the cheek – I will call her Chrissy for fun. Chrissy kissed me on the cheek and then went to dance with her friend. That’s a go – I should have made out with her! Not in my opinion. I wont even kiss a chick the first meeting if I don’t think there’s a chance of fucking her. I like to kiss and lead to fucking so I will almost never make out with chicks in a club or bar unless the opportunity presents itself and she comes out to my car to “listen to this cool CD I think she’d like.” And then car fucking is not my gig either; even though one of my memories of fucking in an S-10 I used to have, with this chick with a phenominal body, and sex drive, envisions her left knee being torn open and bloody from fucking me on top in the passenger seat, with her knee rubbing on the seat belt thingy (that the Seatbelt snaps into). Still, not enough room. I like moving and shifting and spinning her around 69 and having her on my face and fucking all over the place and moving the bed (used to move the bed at my exes house from fucking her so hard.)

Anyways we didn’t kiss and eventually I do the mystery thing where we exchange numbers, and I go away later a little drunk. Chrissy was 23 years old to my 33. 10 years younger. Not my youngest when I was 33 – that would be 20. I didn’t score at 18 and Im a little disappointed. I think secretly that’s why I’m getting in great shape, is that I want a 18 year old and if I look old and chubby it’s gonna be that much harder to score one.

So a couple weeks later (for some reason I think I tried her once then didn’t for a week or so.) we met at the local Applebees for a glass of wine. I was telling her on the phone that I wanted to take pictures of her but she eventually ended up being too shy. Oh well.

So we sat up at applebees for one and soon I say, “Hey let’s go to my house and watch a movie.” I don’t even think I was specific but I sort of planted the suggestion on the phone that we would probably head back to my house. So we rode in my car. “I can just drive you back later on.”

Back at my house I sat on the comfy couch and she next to me and turned on the movie. We didn’t even make it through half way before she literally mounted me as the 23 year old big tit aggreser. We did our thing and fucked and those giant beautiful tits would swing into my face and then we would quit.

Thing is, that phone game sucked with her because it was literally hard to hook up. I would call her and she would be busy and not able to hang out – so I came to the conclusion that she was a 23 year old who had her own life (jesus my dog stinks – 1 sec. Have to light incense. “What kind of incense?” you say. Satya Celestial OMG it smells SOOO Good and if I go on a day 2 Before I even go I light one or two quality incense sticks before I go. If you have this celestial stuff or even better, well… just as good anyways look for the indian looking boxes that are pretty generic looking and have Mfrs. ‘Shrinivas Sugandhalaya‘ on the box. Superhit is my favorite)

OK stop getting me sidetracked!!

So she was a 23 year old with a life. I would make it a point to not call her for a few days at a time and then soon enough she was coming over more and more frequently and we started fucking regular.

Something else interesting. I got bored. I do this alot. I got bored with a chick almost perfect for me so I didn’t talk to her for a while and then once day I was bored being bored so I called her and BAM! Business as usual – because one thing I notice with chicks is that if you establish yourself as, my old FB A. used to say, the “Go-to-guy” then chicks put you into a special rules catagory where you can do shit like call them out of the blue and they will still fuck you.

So ya. We went to Cedar Point and then after that I kinda ended it but not really. we still Fucked from time to time. Then she went to Central and then we lost contact. I am still hoping that we can regain contact somehow like myspace or whatever but I would also like to find another big breasted chick like her to fulfill more of my childhood masturbatory fantasies with. We shall see.

Postby Zlibby » January 17th, 2008, 9:15 pm

I know YOU don’t promote ‘brag’ reports, I’m just curiuos what it is with this particular LR that made you post it. In other words, tell these guys what the keys to your LR were. I’m sure I have a pretty good idea what worked, but… clarify if you would. SPECIFICS MF!

Postby Geese Howard » January 17th, 2008, 9:41 pm

I’m writing this report to talk about the BS that works when you don’t even try that hard.

besides that. It’s all in the subtleties, my man. Besides that again. Im really only writing these for me.My point of this is not about bragging so much as it was about talking about the fact that sometimes you can just get laid without alot of hooplah or even by playing good wing.Also a couple key points was that I have found it quite interesting with certain chicks how once you establish yourself as the “Go-to-guy” that you can pretty much ignore them or not even be in touch with them for long spans of time and you can still end up fucking them.

With this chick Im pretty sure it was a month of no talking or contact whatsoever. With another I know I swear I didn’t so much as call her for like 2 months and then sure enough one night I called her and she was over that night Fing like it was nothing. Other girls I was sort of seeing and broke up with will eventually hunt you down for one or two trysts more in between their other conquests of boys. Several of my x girlfriends called on me after breaking up for Encore presentations.

So if you’re looking for value. It might not be in the overall pick up but it might be more in the little things I say.

I really do find that many things that work for me are unexpected or by accident. Sometimes I can’t explain them or don’t plan them so by writing some of these reports I am attempting to bring some of that out. If and when I have something Specific to point out I may try to do just that.

The fucking incense is GOLD information in and of itself.

Postby Ghost » January 19th, 2008, 7:50 am

This report is cool, it sounded to me like something I picture myself doing as I imagined it. Very smooth and natural. That is the way I like to roll. Sometimes you have to be chill and watch for the opportune moments to take action and thats what this report is a prime example of.
Natural:  Someone who has a natural ability to seduce women.  Many times they don’t even know how they do it, they just do – hence the term “Natural”.
Set: Social person or group of people you interact with.
2 Set: A group with 2 people.
Obstacle: Persons or person in the Set who is/are not your “Target”.  They could be obstacles to you successfully seducing your intended target – Hence the term Obstacle.
Open:  Starting a conversation with a set, not just talking speaking to someone, but actually engaging them so that they are at least interested/listening or talking back.
Canned Opener:  Stock Material if you will.  Something you will say again and again to different people to “open” them.
Phone Game:  Ability to followup and interact with a woman over the phone.  There is also Text Game.
LR:  Lay Report
Brag Report:  Writing a report about getting laid without including valuable information about how you accomplished it.  Basically like schoolyard kids talking about kissing girls.
Geese Howard:  My old Pseudonym.

Drunken Vibe Destroyer

Themesong of the Day:

So here I go preaching. 2 nights ago, Brick and I went out to go meet up with Tyler D. at Vertigo, a really cool place. I noticed my energy was good right away. Pretty much, when I have good energy it’s easy for me to interact, but I always feel like something’s missing. During the day, it’s not really a big deal, and there are times when I have that “something” but it has not been consistent.

So I look to have a drink to kick up my state. I think there’s a better way for me. Now I know many PUAs who are good, who do Drunk Game and it works GREAT for them. Me and some other guys from the old lair, had talks about this – CJ probably has drunk game, My buddy who was good had drunk game, we believe that Swingcat probably does drunk game. Some guys I know who were naturals relied on Drunk game.

The truth is, In my mind somewhere I THINK it works for me. My mind tells me that it will put me in a good state and then, POW I will become a superman and start slaying ass left and right. The problem is this, and I will use an example from the other night.

Start off opening a 9 server chick at Vertigo; Some Brazilian girl and it went really well. Later I found out that she was friends of some of Tyler’s friends and that she was a Hawaiian Tropics Miss something or other. My belief is that when my energy is good, hot chicks like this like me. When my energy is not so good it can be like a lightswitch goes off and even the same chicks will be like, um no.


My energy was good at Vertigo. I almost decided to slip her my number since the vibe was cool, but chose to chill and not be too eager. I will just have to go back to Vertigo again and see If I can get more in there with her and then maybe make my move. But towards the end of being at Vertigo I decided, “ah, what the hell. I’ll have a drink.”

And for a while I got what I call, super buzz (I actually don’t call it that. I just made it up). What happens is it pumps my state pretty high. I can do anything almost. But what do you think happens shortly after… Unless I follow the path and keep drinking to get shitfaced, my state dumps and I’m shitty soon. Not terrible; we went to Enclave I think it was, and I was flirting with a few different chicks and they were enjoying my company but I escalated on no one. And that night wasn’t really all that bad, it just wasn’t good. Alcohol has it’s own state and it carries you where it will. Some people ride it well when it comes to women.

I most CERTAINLY do ride it well if it is a Day2 and it’s me and her. I own when I drinking then. But at the cold approach it is hindering me it seems because I cannot keep up a good energy. Then here’s the bigger problem.

The next day I drag ass all day. I do nothing. I might not even leave the house because I feel droopy, drowsy and shitty. So like yesterday I slept most of the day.

Great, so I have energy to go out last night right?! If only that were true. The drag-ass feeling seems to slow me down even after sleeping all day. My mind still feels a little foggy and my enthusiasm I felt at the beginning of the night 2 days before is gone.

So I try and get into state and open. We go to a couple places and I have 1 decent set but still, something’s missing… It’s that little bit of mischievous sexual threat I can own when I have nothing clouding my mind. But when my mind is foggy, I just come across as a nice guy – no threat, and I see it and I see that she (whatever girl I’m talking to) sees it and It makes me sick.

So I decide, fuck this mind fog. I will have a drink to clear the mind fog. And after 2 bars and a few drinks I am opening sets left and right at this afterparty – Hot fucking chicks – Model “Fuck you I’m so pretty!” hot. I probably could have taken this 7 home early on if I pressed it, but I wanted to shoot for bigger fish. So I was opening, not really sticking, but it was like basically how if I would have started out the night that way (when it was like 4 or 5 in the morning by the time I got going) then by the end of the night I would have been a monster.

I know these things by experience. But like I said, it was fueled by alcohol a little. I wasn’t drunk by any means. But then what happens. Now today it’s 3pm and I’m still in bed writing this. I feel like shit and don’t want to go out and sarge even though I want to go out and sarge…

Ha funny right?

Now after a day or 2 of not drinking my mind will reset (as long as I eat healthy food) and I will get that vibe back. Then I will start to sarge again naturally. But meantime I have to recover.

Here’s the kicker – I have spent a LOT of time in my life with this fucking dynamic. The reason I decided to write this is to make an active effort to change it. I want to eliminate alcohol from my game for a while completely and see what happens.

Worst comes to worst I wont have these wasted days where I do nothing. I will save money (because I probably blew almost $100 last night) and I will have an abundance of energy so I can do both night and day game…

All you fuckers with your bottle service aren’t making it any easier either 😉

So thats my plan. I already know how I can pump state before I go to the clubs. I think a lot of guys go in to a big, crowded assed bar and are cold when they get there. That’s how alcohol is sold. It is fueled by social anxiety. Everyone there wants to have a good time in a crowd of people, most of whom they do not know. So we drink to build state!

But I can cheat a little by warming up. Basically that means presargeing. Going out and doing some game anywhere I’m at a couple hours before hitting the club. If I’m coffee sargeing or just exploring random places and interacting with people, I can pump my state.

For me, now, it really doesn’t take much to do it either. When my energy is peaked, I don’t really need to do a bunch of warm ups. 1 or 2 interactions and I’m ON. It can be as simple as the other night where I went to Starbucks in Old Town to meet Brick and had the whole Starbucks crew laughing and joking around, then I bounced to a couple chicks in line. Then like a lightning bolt people around me are lighting up.

Example – after the vibe was already created I got my coffee and remarked to no one in particular, “Ow this is hot!” and the lady next to me said, “here you want a cup holder?” and without waiting for a response starts to grab one for me. (She didn’t work there, she was just being nice. People like to do nice stuff for me when I have a good vibe. I get lots of free coffee. I remember a time where I could barely speak at a coffeeshop and would just be weird and stand there. Thinking about that now is so funny. I am totally different than when I started this game.) I answer anyway and say yes and thanks then without skipping a beat say, “Do me a favor while you’re at it and go get some honey and mix it into my coffee for me.”

She looked at me an shot back, “Do I look like I’m that easy?”

“I don’t know if you want me to answer that..” with a grin on my face.

And then the guy next to me who was seemingly minding his own business starts cracking up laughing and she kind of blushes but starts bantering back as she walks away, but it was fun. I bet If I would have walked out with her I may have been able to transition into a good set – the naughty vibe was already there.

And that’s what happens when I’m in state. People around me will get affected. I have had several encounters where random guys will give me a thumbs up, or if I’m with other people they will tell me that other people around were totally listening in to my interaction and laughing or smiling. I will see it myself and remark on it. Some times after a set random people will remark on my set and give me props.

It’s like an energy that spreads all over the place. And I like to do it. I could be doing it today.. Except my head feels like shit from drinking yesterday. But you see – this writing inspires me. I actually feel excited to not drink for a while. I want to see how much momentum I can get going my eating and drinking clean for a while (oh ya – drinking alcohol makes me eat like shit too).

So I want to fuel clean for a bit. Get my enthusiasm and energy up and own. I can get alcohol free drinks in a bar – maybe some Orange Juice and Soda – which is my bartender friend. It even looks like a real cocktail.

I want to create




And infect people with that shit everywhere I go. Someone has to spread good energy and perhaps, if I spread enough of it I will draw some kickass people to me. I do it already, but it would be interesting to see what would happen if I didn’t spend so much time cutting my own throat.

State:   “The zone”; the feeling of being in a state of flow.
Set: Social person or group to interact with.
Escalation: Escalating the interaction, hopefully towards sex.
Sarge / Sargeing: The act of explicitly going out and seducing women.
Day2: Calling it a “date” just implies all the wrong shit these days…

Angry Rant!!! >:(

End of US highway 1 in Key West, Florida

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All day long I was thinking about writing in my new blog and now that I have sat down to write I discover that I’m not sure what I’m going to write about.  I see some dorky looking guy with sunglasses hanging from the front of his button up; I can’t find a good place to sit and that place I want to sit in in habited by this other Indian guy that for some reason I don’t like already, and his half nerd, half hippy buddies are inhabiting the space – but actually I just decided to sit here anyway since my battery was about to die on my laptop and it seemed like a good place to write.  Oh, also his nerd-hippy-world of warcraft brigade stepped away but he is still.  I’m sure he’s an ok guy, afterall I don’t even know him; and as I write this I think of the people on Youtube that people end up ridiculing because of this reason or that; and I realize that speaking your mind in this society is, unless it is politically correct, frowned upon.

Ok – so I got into a bad vibe earlier and not too long ago.  I’m …

This is also not comfortable at all…

Ok, I just adjusted.  Fucking WOW brigade is back.  The fattest and dorkiest guy is talking about some grandiose scheme about some sort of production he and his group are supposed to be having.  Sounds like a film, but possibly something I hate and I’m willing to bet most people will too.

Kinda like this post.  I can tell it’s drivel, but I have to get it out.  It is HOW I write – not Drivel, Ass!  It is…  Stream of consciousness, I guess.  I was thinking more Flow of Thought but of course when I googled it, that’s the term that came up.  I’m sure there are some famous authors out there who write like this, but I couldn’t tell you who they are.  I didn’t pick this writing style, i didn’t study for years to learn what type of writing works for me; I just did it.

So, back to what put me in such a bitchy mood as to pick on the poor, WOW producers up front (yes, I moved again to a different table because the chair I thought looked so comfortable ended up not being comfortable at all.   This one might work, I dunno.  Back fucking problems..

I bet if I go back and read this post I will throw up.  I really should scrap it, but I want this blog to be an expiriment, an outlet, a journey and a path.  I can’t eliminate who I am or stifle my thoughts so I figure if I go back, and forth and write these things down, and combine some of the old and the new, I will be on some path to self discovery and really find out who I am…

That last statement is completely true and also complete bullshit.

Ok, I have to delve into this so I can write something worth while.  Shitty moods spread, they are like a virus.  Let’s talk about this.  I was in a great mood, discovering, exploring and meeting a couple cool girls today.   I was on my way back to my neck of the woods, driving in my car, and at this cross street I stopped at the 4 way stop, and some douchebag, middle aged business class guy in his minivan thingamajig did a rolling stop while talking on his fucking star trek phone (you guys and girls who think you are sophisticated or cool or whatever talking on your fucking bluetooth ear-buds, PLEASE – No one outside of you thinks you are cool.  You are screaming to the world, “douchebag”.  Also understand that people you are talking to can’t understand a word coming out of your mouth.  They are probably just saying, “ya…” and “uh-huh…” to avoid having to say, “What?” over and over just to hear you gobble and throsh through the phone so that they still don’t understand you.), and cut me off.  It was annoying a little, so I waved him on.  Of course off in his little blue tooth world he was literally oblivious (at least he seemed so) to the fact that he just rolled on through.

That was annoying.   But even MORE annoying was the lady who was crossing the street, coming from the left, who was about 10 feet from my car as I turned the corner, crossing “her” crosswalk.  Look, I know some of you who live in BIG cities know these people.  Some of you in other places may know them too, but in cities like Chicago; well, that’s where you learn these people exist, when you may not have noticed them before.  She shouts as I drive by her, not even (mmmm – sorry, there is this runners club that just came in and this girl in tights is stretching her leg, you know where you pull your foot back while standing, and she is wearing leggings and …  Man, All I can think about is whats underneath.

Girls reading this – Not all guys know you do what you do on purpose.  You girls walk around the city with leggings on that form-fit your ass and leave little to the imagination.  You can not – NOT know the effect you are having on sexually active (and sexually repressed) guys out there.  Actually, all men in general are most likely effected.  I am not complaining.  I embrace!  I love it!!  Anyway the point it, it really feeds into my theory about women being like sexual Venus Fly Traps.  You may or may not have trained yourself to think you dress that way for yourself, “…because it makes me feel good.” but it is to attract mates.  Guys do not put on thongs to go jogging.  Women put on tight little outfits to show off their legs, asses, stomachs, boobs – the works, while they are working out.

Anyway…  where the f— was I?)

….Ok, so I wasn’t even close to her, as I said, and she had to be noticed  “Please notice me!  I am important too!!!”  Really what she shouted was, “Watch out for pedestrians!”  It just welled up inside me to the point where (dammit I’m so horny now. . .  (see above)) I basically shouted, “Go fuck yourself!” out the window back at her.  The thing is, I’m not a rager.  I’m not that guy who gets all pissed, but I am completely attentive to my moods.  I’ll get back to that in a second.  These people – Cross walk warriors – you can actually see them speed up when you are driving over a crosswalk.

Let’s go over this class of people in Chicago.  I think I will borrow a term from Dungeons & Dragons (lol – yes I will make fun of the WOW dorks up front having played both World of Warcraft and Dungeons & Dragons myself at periods of my life): Rules Lawyer.  So compared to a place like, say, Key West, Florida a place like Chicago has a LOT of rules and regulations.  What that creates or attracts are a small group of individuals who make up for their shortcomings in life by overcompensating rules – Hear me out because if you experienced them, you will know who they are.

  • Bikers – They do things like get in the middle of the road lane and block traffic at a stop light or wherever.   They will scream things at old ladies like, “Share the ROAD!”  I’m not kidding about the old lady thing.  I came to a stop light once in front of me was this guy on a bike screaming at some old lady telling her he was a cop and didn’t she know how to share the road.  The little old lady was frightened, I could see it.  Anyway so once she went I pulled up next to him and said, “You’re a cop huh?  You have a badge number?  Maybe you should relax a little and not freak out on old ladies.”  I doubt he was a cop.  More likely he was a Rules Lawyer and an asshole.
  • Crosswalk Warriors – We already discussed them.
  • Poop Patrol – Watch out!  There are people who are paying more attention to your dog, while you’re walking them, than you are; and not in a healthy way.  I was walking my dog once time through Wrigleyville and (well… he’s old – leave him alone) he decided to double poop.  He pooped before, but decided he needed a second go a few minutes later.  I had no bag to pick it up.  After he pooed I scanned the area and decided I would go find a shop close by and ask for a bag.  As soon as I made this decision and was 5 feet from where Mr Poop (my English Bulldog’s real name) pooped I heard some drunk guy shouting, “Oh so you’re just gonna leave his shit right there!?”  He wanted to be the fricking poop police and shout, swear and so on.  We got face to face and soon his buddies came out.  Of course once his friends were there to hold him back he was all about, “I’ll kick your ass – Let me go!” while he pretended to resist his friends holding him back.  Anyway (wow this post is so ANGRY today!  There’s the title.) there is an extreme example of Poop Patrol.
  • Bike Path Warriors – Don’t ENJOY the bike path.  It’s not there for you to enjoy.  It’s there for the dude in his $200 spandex suit and goofy helmet to use to compete with the other people dressed similarly.  I was rollerblading one time on the bike path, and talking on my cell phone.  I was enjoying the conversation and laughing.  Some guy freaked out – no one else seemed to care but him, “GET OFF YOUR PHONE!!!  THIS IS A BIKE PATH!!!” I’m not sure about the relation between the two statements.  It’s funny, if you go down the bike path you will see these people who are out there, and I really don’t think they are out there for themselves.  They seriously are there to compete in their minds with everyone else out there.  Don’t believe me – Test the theory yourself.  Next time you are rollerblading or biking and you re having a good go at it, pass one of the people who you think might seem really into this.  If you have the right person, I challenge that if  you were to, for instance, change paths and slow up a little, that that person will just so happen to be following you and will try to pass you.  Another way you can tell is if you catch them in a moment where they are off guard and you pass them, only to notice them speed up and have to pass you back a moment later.  There are similar people on the freeway and you can toy with them too by speeding up very slightly when they go for the pass, and the more you slowly speed up the faster they will go to pass you even if it means going way faster than they were in the first place and slowing down once they are in front of you.
You know what?  I know there are more (and if you read this post and want to comment on some more, I encourage you to do so.  I think I have spent too much time on this topic.  I really almost want to just delete this whole thread.  Today I had such cool stuff in my head to write about and I realize by now I have totally gotten off track.
And it all started at that corner a little while ago.  What’s the moral of this story?  Don’t let bad vibes attach themselves to you and follow you.  For all  know that lady at the crosswalk had some other douchbag in her life do something that gave her the bad vibe she decided to spread to me, instead of her letting it go.  Maybe she got hers from some idiot like the guy on his Star Trek phone who was so wrapped up in his own bullshit he was completely unconcerned about the people around him.
Maybe I’m some sort of Stop Sign Nazi for being annoyed that he did the Rolling Stop.  Maybe just maybe we are all, on some level, one of these people at different parts of our lives.  Maybe sometimes we are all ALL of these people at different times.  That’s an interesting thought.  Sometimes we are the Poop Leaver and other times we are the Poop Police.  I have completely lost interest in this topic but that’s the beauty of letting it out instead of keeping it bottled up.  😉