Today we go live. Mission Control counts down the last few seconds while nervous astronauts strapped inside this giant rocket grit their teeth and pray to god that one of the thousand engineers that put this bucket of bolts together didn’t make a fuck up.
And here I sit, poised at the brink, watching calmly from the comfort of the Mission Control cocktail lounge, sipping a tequilla sunrise and hoping beyond hope that this doesn’t blow up in my face.
But I’m an optimist. When you’ve got nothing left to lose, you got everything to gain.
So I say let the chips fall where they may, I’ve hidden in virtual obscurity for too long now, time to wreak some havoc.
My name is SlickTiger, this is my fledgling blog site, it will fuck you up and yes, them’s fightin’ words