Brian: To anybody that currently knows me, you probably already know most of this crap, but for the millions of ignorant and uninformed masses out there, I need to educate in order to make the world a better place. Ok. For those of you that really care, or at least pretend to, I, Brian, a.k.a. Ferdinand Capricorn, a.k.a. Josh Stein, a.k.a. Zukalter, a.k.a. Jay am now 18. I guess that means that i'll be charged as an adult from now on. To quickly get an idea of what I am like, I'll confess that a licensed and experienced psychologist once called me bizarre. That's got to mean something coming from a shrink that's probably dealt with a lot of fucked-up people. I'm currently attending Bradley Univerity in Peoria, Illinois. I hate school. I think I'm going to drop out and go on some more crazy adventures, just like when i ran away to Boston (you can read all about it here if you haven't already done so). I've seen and done a lot of crazy stuff in my lifetime and I don't expect that to change any time soon. I've been through both good and bad times, I've seen fire and rain, but I have to say now that i've been force fed shit so long that I've started to like the taste. I don't know where i'm going to end up on the road of life, but I always try to keep in mind the saying, "You're not really lost if you don't care where you are." I don't really like people too much anymore because I've been fucked over by just about everyone I've ever known, liked, and trusted. But just like my good old compatriot, Ben, I really don't care anymore. In conclusion, a friend of mine wonderfully summed up my personality when we were talking right after we broke up: "You're really simple........but you're really complicated......it's weird....you're just weird I guess."

Ben:For the better enlightenment of the general population of mankind, I would like to inform the world of my quirks and interesting highlights in the massively tangled web that is, Ben. Here goes. I am the walking contradiction, the pile of stuff in your room that you just can't explain, and you will never really clean. I seep into the lives of others without their knowledge, and leave a trail of oddness that will forever alter the course of their lives. Apologies are short from me, so little do I care about things I've done. My guitar is the expression of my innermost feelings, but anyone who will just put up with my silly ramblings for a few minutes can interpret my persona instantly. I've adopted various morals from friends, literature, philosophers, etc. But the most beautiful, truly unique and conclusive approach toward my entire life is a little quote from Fight Club: "Let that which does not matter truly slide". It seems to be working quite rather well. Sure I've caused tons of damage to foreign relations. I've ruined building interiors in drunken rages and parties. Hell, I've caused this world more misery and confusion than the average pessimist can estimate. The main problem is quite simply this: I don't care. I will never care. And I cannot care. Amen.