OK. I want to show you Lizards something. I was flashing gang signs in the middle of July of this year, out in the middle of the forest.

I’m a CRIP bruh

Note: This is an authentic picture of me. It was a weekend of awesome mountain debauchery. We had three dirt bikes, three shotguns, one semi-auto long rifle, three handguns, two chainsaws, and almost a dozen close friends occupying a lovely piece of land in the White River National Forest for a few days. We left when we ran out of alcohol, three days and two nights.

I obviously deserve to die, like Michael Brown did.