Do you remember when your mother said, "never trust a man in zebra print pants!"

Well let truth be told, she was talking about me. I am that guy your mother warned you about. i smoke, drink and most likely will break your heart. *although i don't try it just happens*. On top of that i own a pair of killer zebra print pants!

Only those that knows me know and you can quote me on this "i might not be a rockstar, but i sure as hell live the life of one" sex, drugs and rock and roll is how i get down. "sometime i scare myself and wonder am i doing to much, am i pushing the limit to far?"

I can tell you one things, these zebra print pants don't help. Every time i put them on i feel like a bad ass. They remind me that the fact that i own them, and brave enough to wear them despite the awkward stares i get that i am truly 1 of a kind. I love these jeans sooo fucking much and they love me!

Besides we all know how the story ends. You will still marry me despite your mothers warnings. We shall be consumed by the passion of our love/hate for each other, until we self destruct. Our love will be written about in books and discuss in universities/ colleges across the world. There will be movies inspired by us, with beautiful and big name actors playing you and I. Top name designers will base their collection off of our style. Bloggers across the internet will look up pictures of us and critique each look they find. But in the end we will have the last laugh because we know the truth about us and that is...
Although most may see our love as fashionable but yet tragic, We live by our own rules and found a way to control our trip and destiny together. While all of the background noise...faded to black...