TrenchCoatKidd: What have I been up to? LET ME TELL YOU!

Well hello, my endless number of fans that would kill and/or die by my orders. How have you all been? I apologize yet again for the lack of updates, but it seems I've been way too busy for my own good lately. First, I did end up moving in with Travis, and it went basically how I thought it would in the end. We tried the Swag, Money, and Bitches route, but it was a route we were not ready for. As it would seem, we were not true men. Only true men wear black suits and fuck bitches.

Onto the rest of this blog. I'd hoped to update about a week ago, but things never went how I'd hoped. I finally got my fingers on a keyboard, but I could not think of a damn thing to post about, so most of my nights went something like this...

But I finally decided to pick myself up and not allow myself to leave until I'd returned to the charade that my life was interesting enough for people to read about. It hasn't taken long, the pictures kind of drew themselves after a while. So, I think I'm back in the blogging game. Hopefully for a while.

To keep you up to speed, after Travis I moved in with my Dad in Wichita for a while. It wasn't half bad, seeing as how the adventures were always waiting around the corner.

So, after packing up and burying the decaying metaphors that remained in my hotel room, I moved along to Branson, to visit my mother. It was quite a different experience from when I was a kid.

I apologize for the sudden decline in artistic quality with those last pictures, I'd been saving them for the story about my Mom for some time now.

Anydick, after my adventures around Branson, I came back to Wichita and have been living here for about a week. Well, I went back to Hutchinson for about a month, but nothing interesting happened and I can't think of another joke about my laziness that would amuse you people. So, we're skipping to this week.

I've been back in Wichita (Shut the hell up, you said that already. God damn, what is with you repeating yourself? And are you trying to sound smart through all this? Don't kid yourself, you ugly son of a bitch)

Well, rude voice in my head, I'll get to the point. (You haven't won a fight since you were nine.) I've been hanging out with my friend, Halen, for almost this entire week. I practically live here for the moment. He isn't a bad guy, I enjoy his company, the only thing that bugs me, is how much other people enjoy his company. He seems to have powers over everyone but me to convince them he's a god or something.

This is how most people see him: