Diary of a Wolfeman

Birthdays are a bitch, and more so the older you get. You always end up sitting there late one night near the actual day thinking about what you have accomplished in the preceding 365 days. Let’s take a look, shall we?

Better yet, let’s not, because it will piss me off and depress me even worse than I already am.

I love America and being an American – DOC knows there are worse alternatives.

For now, any way. Check back in a couple years, that may be different.