That’s the most interesting one. The joke is I aced predator psychology at Quantico; I just thought about what I would do. It was that snafu at the shooting range that set me back. In my defense, I got a headshot. I was just facing the wrong direction.

Juggling originally was a means for me to give myself exposure therapy as I had grown agoraphobic after my breakdown in college. It taught me some things indirectly, going on and busking, I mean, about networking. I started seeing the world differently. Became a white hat confidence artist. I work with the feebfucks with my educational art project where I write propaganda. This is a new account; I’ve done this a while, but I definitely recommend you read this post to get what I do.