Lynchburg is just like every other city, you got your rich neighborhoods, (Boonsboro, and Forest), you have a bunch of suburbs scattered every which way, you got your ghettos (downtown, and such). 

 Lynchburg is full every type of people you wanna know about.  You got your thugz or so-called gangsters.  You know, the kids that run around with the fake jewelry, baggy and saggy jeans that look like a sleeping bag.  These are mostly kids who maily just ride around looking for trouble, and sex.  They mostly find what they are looking for.  

You got your preps....the people who spend 24/7 in the library, or wearing khakis everywhere they go, and have the an attiude and ego as big as Virginia itself.  These are other groups I tend to avoid.  Unlike the thugs, who you can sometimes talk shit to, these idiots don't want you to say anything at all.   But mostly that is every class you meet, nah mean?

Now, you have your freaks.  Now, when I say freaks, I am talking about all your gothic, trenchcoat/cloak, pajama wearing, and sometimes nothing at all people.  I swear, I lose count at how many girls come in at my work wearing no bra.  Don't get me wrong, I like the eye candy but damn, have some class.  But anyway these can also fall under the thug category as well. 

We can't forget about the gays/lesbians.  These are usually the thugs, preps, jocks, people of that nature.  Nothing really much to say bout them.

And last but damn, certainly not least....can I get a drumroll please?  BOING BOING BOING, you got your Outcast group.  No, I am not talking about the thugs that play that aggravating Rosa Parks song.....or that HAAAAAAAAAAYYYYAAAA song either.....I am talking about Outsiders.  Thats a class that I myself, and my friend RIchard fall under.  Or at least thats what we are viewed as. 

But on with info about myself.....I am single and don't have no girlfriend.  And to answer your questions....YES I AM STILL A VIRGIN.....aight?  That is as personal as I am gonna get.  See me and Richard, for some reason can't have a girlfriend or at least get a date.  See, in the seventies, you had the hippy age, in the eighties, you had atari and coleco vision go go kids.   In the ninties, it was all about being lucky enough to find that girl and then blowing your damn brains all over the wall after getting high on herorine.  I guess you can call that the Suicide age or tend.   Now its the year 2,005, so its now called the Thug years.  Now girls think guys who wear their pants down to their shoes are hot.  What is so hot about a guy exposing his crack?  I thought we were always tought to say no?  Hell, nowadays people use to be cautious about who they talk to or who they hang out with.  Well now, you got girls, getting drunk with guys they don't even know, getting in the car with them, and going off to some dark wooded area and....well u get the rest of the story. 

Well there you have it.   Little bit of info about some of the people round here.  I know I didn't explain a lot about myself.  I am about ready to do that now.   Im gonna go to commerical.  I'll be back after these important messages.

I am a big music junkie.   I love hard rock and heavy metal music. I collect a lot of indy cds...some cost a lot but some don't.  Sometimes, I spend about $200 for a cd, but thats a rare one.  Don't even go there........I know what you people are thinking.   This is one crazy SOB if he spends that much on a disc.   Well I can say the same thing, ladies about all those shoes you buy.   Or fellaz I can also say something about all that NOS crap you put in your car...making it sound like an eighteen wheeler coming up the road.  How do you like them apples?  Whoodi!  Playa!  Bossman!  YO!...so don't be putting my stuff down AIGHT?

I have even included a link showing my collection of tunage.  Some of the name might sound funny or out of the ordinary, but thats rock and roll baby.  I think a lot of that rap you listen to is funny.....MAN I'M STILLL TIPPIN ON Something or other.  AND I STILL HANDLE MY BUSNESS.  I got my celly in one hand, and my bitch's hand in the other.   I'm sorry If I looked like Paul Wall I would not leave my house.  Now that would be a reason to kill myself. I mean, dag, is the teeth bulletproof too?  I mean at the airports, as tight as security is lately, I bet everytime he goes through the alarm thing, it goes off. " What do you do in a situation like that, MR.Wall?  Do you have to remove your trap choppers or what? I hope when it rains, you keep your mouth closed...otherwise you'll be brushing those molars with WD-40.  <laighs>  I can see this now.  "Honey <squeak> I love <squeak> you very <squeak> much.   Man your jaws would be squeaking like a door henge.  Do us all a favor and take that sheet metal out of your mouth."

But anyway, thats is basically it about me, so you can see I have no life.  Oh you wanna know what I look like huh?  Well I don't look like Paul Wall...thats for damn sure.  So sorry ladies, hate to disappoint ya....you gonna have to find your tinman somewhere else. 

I am 5'6-5'7 slim, short brown hair, and brown eyes.  Don't like my appearance, I am sorry....its not like we could  sit at a computer and pick what we wanted to look like.  Would've been nice though.   I done told you too much now.  Its now time for all you little children to hit the sack.  See ya in the next episode!