This is fucking true, I swear to God.

He's never thrown me through a wall or made me make boom in my pants, but this is a true enough representation of Justin in regards to the art of pain and kung fu. He's learning Chinese medicine in Houston right now, presumably so that he can heal those that he breaks. Oh, and he really does wear gay-ass shirts like this too.

I think the key to getting strips done is to go out on more installs. When I find myself in the ass end of this fine country of mine, I become more creative. I did two strips in as many days, but I waited a little bit before releasing this one. Because I have the power.

The doofus I have pictured below is a person I spotted in the Peoria, IL airport. That's right... Peoria. I grew up in south Houston in a pretty ghetto-esque part of town, and it just tickles me to the quick when I see these kinds of people, whiter than steamed rice, strutting around small towns that have two murders a year, including when a dog gets run over.