I'm not sure, but I think I may owe a shitload of back child support, either that or I used to be in a band called Dead Yeti, and isn't that a novel way to start your blogging day.
And wouldn't it be just like me to name my son Cow Boris.
Either that or I was the shy, but serious bass player. (Think Stu Sutcliffe)
Excuse my disjointedness today, too much diet Pepsi, and also I'm still reeling over the deaths of Cash and Ritter, and fearing for the life of Carson.