It was very early in the morning. The sun

It was very early in the morning. The sun had not yet reached its zenith and I was already out of bed and getting ready

for the Super-G final. The cold temperatures over night, combined with very little new snow had me worrying about which

girl I would call. One of them had a cute face but was kind of chubby. Perfect for a cold night, so I dialed up

her home number. She answered and when I told her who I was she told me I was way to ugly for her to talk to. Must be my

ridiculous beard. I knew the side burn straight to mustache look was the way I should have gone.

and a "who gives a shit?" greasy nonchalance in between. But the look seemed to work with a black

eye and busted lip. Throw on an affliction t-shirt rather than the usual Ed Hardy and go hit the clubs. Everyone digs

up graves occationally. Why else are we all so pale? But seriously, this affliction shirt is so in tune with my emotions

it felt like a taser hit me on my balls