It's been awhile since I've had a chance to get a vodka tonic from Skye, but he pours them the way I like 'em.....strong enough to raise the dead.

I had the unmitigated pleasure of helping Skye ring in the start of his 29th year of life as well as the completion of his 28th last night. (Don't forget: you're already a year old when you've had your first birthday!) He had the unmitigated pleasure of seeing me dancing around like a drunken moron in his living room. I consider it and even trade. And hell, the dog didn't bite me--everyone's a winner! Skye called me a nerd last week and I think it's the best compliment I've gotten in a very long time. I'm glad to have met someone so genuine in this land of white belts and PBR. In any case, he insists he never gets on "tribe" and when he does, immediately deletes all posts and digests to clear his list of things to do. I however, am assured that my testimonial will appear, in all its sparkling, shiny glory. He's Skye W and he approved this message.

Skye lied about deleting the naked pictures of David. We sold them to buy a new TV for the naked videos of David. Smart people know to invest.

It was the summer of 1972… the heat was unbearable in the south that summer. The moisture and heat would make clothes stick to your skin like static cling. Not unlike many spike lee movies the rise in temperature was a metaphor for the conflict between the protesters and the military trainees. See this town had a boot camp in it, but also had a lot of young college students protesting the war on their parents dollar during summer break from school. But this isn’t so much about the story of conflict in this town; it is more about a young soldier with something to prove, Private William Goldstein… he would be known by his bunch mates after some time in the corp. as “Crosshairs.”(Please few Diezy’s profile.) Will was 18 and felt like he was lost in the world, mostly because at the age of three he received extensive head trauma after getting kicked my a mule that he had mistaken for a cow… he was not very bright and growing up a farm he really did not receive the best education at home… Will thought that if he joined the corp. he would be able to find himself. He was rejected on several occasions, due to the result of his head trauma and low IQ. The head trauma had left him cross-eyed with a divot the size of golf ball in his forehead. He did not care and with the body count rising in Nam, from all those VC killing our boys, the corp. felt they should give him a chance.
Will struggled when he first got to boot camp, but he had something to prove, so he fought on and learned how to work around his handicap.
After training was over Will had officially received his name of “crosshairs” and was a gunner in God’s beloved corp. A week after graduation Crosshairs was shipped off to Nam to kill the VC for God and his country. He was placed in a couple of different units. For some reason people in his units were getting shot in the back. No one could figure out why. Crosshairs would just sit behind the platoon with his entire armory and start hitting little blips that moved in front of him. No one knew how to explain it.
2 years had pasted and 4 different platoons and “crosshair” was becoming notorious for making multiple kills on every mission. Most people left playing cards on bodies they claimed Crosshairs left pages from his childhood books that he carried with him; stuff like “hop on pop” and “see spot run.” While sitting in his bunk reading “Buddha for idiots”, Crosshairs was called to by someone standing in the doorway. The shadowy figure told Crosshairs that he was being deployed with Captain J and his ragtag bunch of misfits. Crosshairs was excited. He had heard great things about missions with Capt. J. Capt. J was a no nonsense captain with a heart of gold, but had a twisted urge to burn down huts so he could watch the children run out while they were on fire, but that is another story for another time.
Crosshairs had never actually seen Capt. J and Capt. J had never seen him. That morning of deployment they were briefly introduced, but did not get a good look at each other. Finally, once they had been dropped in the jungle they got a good look at each other. Capt. J screamed at the top of his lungs at the sight of Crosshairs and then shot him through the divot in his forehead. No one knew why at the time. It later came out that Capt. J had been molested by a cross-eyed priest at his local church and vowed to rid the world of anyone with crossed-eyes or anyone who looked at him funny. You might be asking yourself ‘what the fuck does this have to do with Skye,’ well because of Will’s studies while in “the shit” he became versed in Buddhist teachings and was reincarnated as Skye. Thanks a lot Buddha you fat son-of-a-bitch; what have you done

I don't know skye very well, but he seems very very clean.

I'm fairly sure that if Skye produced a movie, it would be called something like "The Revenge of the Zombie Hookers: Pig Parts in Space" and it'd be filmed on a grey day inside a dingy refridgerator box. The music would use machine gun fire for beats and long emotional synth lines to emphasis the grief and compassion the sisterhood of hookers feels for one another. -segway- Hey, where is the disembodied pig snout with a fly stuck in it? I think it's still at your house in the underwear drawer.

He says he deleted the naked photos of me.