March13th
Of my many tattoos no single one has caused more passionately fervent conversations, debates or down right arguments than the one across my chest: Trust No One.
After becoming aware of this tattoo through sight or revelation the question most predictably asked is, “Do you really Trust No One?”
The obvious answer is, of course, no. Although plausible, one would have to assume it would be very difficult to literally trust no one, but I’m sure there are people out there who do not.
March13th
Hello, my name is Wisdom Is Misery, and I drive women crazy.
The woman pictured above is of an X who posted this very picture to her myspace many moons ago, back when people actually used myspace, right after I said something to her over the phone – I don’t remember what. We don’t talk anymore, so I can’t ask her. If I know myself, and I like to think I do, it was probably something as equally sweet as it was loving and innocent, because that’s just the type of guy I am. 
She probably wouldn’t like me posting this picture either – but she’ll get over it.
March13th
Not too long ago there was much tension in the WIM friendship network. This is not to insinuate that this tension has ceased, but with the passage of time it has diminished. Let me set the scene for you.
My cousin, girlfriend (ex-gf now) and I had all recently watched the Chainsaw Massacre: The Beginning. There is a particular scene in this movie where the boyfriend is captured. The killer had already dragged the boyfriend back to his lair deep in the basement of this house where the massacres were being performed. The girlfriend of said boyfriend, who had gotten away earlier I might add – and whom was assumed to be dead – for reasons unknown to me, returned to the house to attempt to “save” her boyfriend. Mind you, she returned with no kind of weapon and no kind of help.
