The whole truth

spaceprox — Mon, 15 Dec 2008 00:49:41 -0800

I hate Bynkie Barnes !!!! stop messaging me goddamn ir !

Hobbled out of the hospital

spaceprox — Thu, 03 Aug 2006 13:19:37 -0700

Well I took a little "Walk" from the hospital, and decided to hobble all the way down to the library. My head is a bit light but I feel pretty good, I was lucky not to have any broken bones, just "Muscle trauma"

Pills the doctor gave me seem to make my stomach all "Buzzed" I guess now I know what being a care bear feels like.

Violent Rich in hospital

spaceprox — Wed, 02 Aug 2006 07:45:23 -0700

Hi there, this is Richard's mother, Richard was hit by a minivan last night while walking home and is in the hospital. It looks like he may be there for a while, so he wanted me to simply tell everyone on this site that he will be back soon.

This will probably be corny,

spaceprox — Tue, 25 Jul 2006 13:19:36 -0700

Lots of people tend to ask me, "Why the hell are you homeless in Montreal when you got an appartment in St-Jerome ?"

One song always comes to my mind, so here it is.

(Violent J)
Let me ask you this about this life we live
And let me try to swerve some of this attention you give
To them distant ass relatives over in Hampton and
If they really miss you so much
Why don't they just call you then? (Muthafucka)
If you wanted blood, would you still have love?
Or infact does the blood make you think you have to love?
Look I probably love my family more then anybody here
But my homies are family too

Uh Oh, tremble T.O.

spaceprox — Sun, 23 Jul 2006 12:36:21 -0700

Well figured I'd let you all know, next month violent rich is travelling up to Toronto Hope to meet some of you up there, as I bring the "Violent Rich Tour of Sarcasm" up your way.

Update from LaChute

spaceprox — Thu, 13 Jul 2006 10:56:52 -0700

Sup Yall, Well I hitchhiked up to Lachute lastnight. Really fucked up night.

So I got a few beers and started drinking and BLAM, my best friend Thomas, who I whent to highschool with just happened to walk by.

A feer beers later, I convinced him to let me crash with him, so Im walking with him up to his job as a security guard.

Well, It ended up being a funeral home. Now I like most people rather like my brain and I have a acute fear of zombies.

Whent in, and I acctually got to blaze about four grams of pot, got to see dead people and slept in a coffin, really freaky night.

Im back up in Montreal tonight, looking forward to hotdogs...