Yeah, don't worry. I'm not quitting.
Sadly though, fisherofstories.com is done.
To give you an analogy, it's out like fairness at a Nobel Nominations meeting.
I just could not figure that shiz out. It was the lamest kind of lame. I got wicked worked up about it, and let's be honest. Being as big as I am, and having high blood anyway, I can't afford to get worked up about much more than what I already do.
Pay your last respects here, folks. Leave a comment expressing how much it meant to you in that brief time it was alive.
I love you all. Have a great weekend. My 100th post will be on Tuesday, and it looks like there is gonna be a roast. If you'd like to roast me, send an email to tstyles77atgmaildotcom. But you know, take out the at and put an @ and then put a . where dot is. Y'all know what you're doing. Anyway, hit me up if it's something you wanna do.
I will also be creating and giving out awards to my readers!
(Start sending me promise of sexual favors now, and you might get one.)
Saturday, October 10, 2009
All Good Things... Wait. What?
I'm a husband, father, son, brother, and friend. I teach English and Literature to the youth of today. I love Jesus and my mother, and I'll gladly introduce you to both. I love photography and writing. Duke basketball keeps me occupied for half the year, and hating Chapel Hill keeps me busy the other half. As you can tell from the title of my blog, I like stories. I'm a big guy with a big voice, trying desperately to be heard by someone before The Lord takes me home. Let's be best friends.