God I hate Ryan! The first thing I’m going to do when the band makes it big is kill him. I’m sooooo sick of the way he looks at me and transmits via telepathic rays “You’re just a big ol’ baby! Baby wanna go poo, poo? Baby wanna ride the magic Wheelbarrow of Happiness to The Land of Happy Happy Bouncy Shiny Things? Baby wanna DIE!” He acts like he’s not doing it, but I know he is. I mean, when I see him he’s all “Hey dude, what’s up?” but his eyes are saying “Hey you big fat baby, where’s your big fat pacifier, dumbhead?!” I don’t know…maybe it’s just me.
Writer, reader, musician, dad, SEO dude and mediocre photographer from Texas. Sometimes I eat pizza with a fork, but usually not.