16 miller high lifes to take him down and he still didnt spill a drop.
Jungle Jeff is a recent moniker i recieved. I dont really know where it came from. Maybe it came from the fact that i party like a wild man. Maybe it comes from the fact that I have a wooly beard, reminiscent of a feral beast from the rainforests of Brazil. Or maybe its because when I was 12 my family took a trip to Panama and coming around a curve too fast our rented jeep slid some 40 odd feet into an embankment, causing my dad's leg to be broken (eventually having to be amputated. dont worry though, he's a professor so he sort of sits on his ass anyway), and my mom to get a concussion, leaving me the only one to walk the 2 miles back through the jungle to get some help, and encountering the random and unfeasable beasties of the jungle, eventually coming to terms with the fact that I, a 12 year old boy, would very likely die in that hot and primal jungle.
Or maybe its because I party like a wild man.
March 16th, 2007