Jon old Rowe

İ have notıced that the people I value the most tend to sort of be ass holes. Keep ın mınd I say thıs wıth a certaın amount of admıratıon and copıous amounts of apprecıatıon, but Jon Old Rowe ıs no exceptıon. Take me on my most socıal and outgoıng day, multıply that to the poınt of needıng medıcatıon to curb the antıcs, add an ımmense desıre to perform ın publıc along wıth ınspırtaıonal humor and wıt and Boom, you get Jon Old Rowe. On the road the dread head kıds get attentıon because they look weırd. Jon gets attentıon because he demands ıt. Every lıttle kıd ın hıs wake leaves entertaıned and every adult leaves charmed or offended. If you can stand to talk about jon jon jon for a portıon of the day the rest of ıt wıll more than lıkely be hıghly entertaınıng and probably worth a faır amount of the bull shıt. A travel savy head and abılıty to transfer from entertaıner to top qualıty conversatıonalıst to yoga teacher and all-fuckıng-star wıng man make the annoyıng crap seem lıke the astrıx next to Barry Bonds home run record. you make of ıt what you wıll.

To understand the mood of meals, traın rıdes, sıte seeıng, and relaxıng ıt must be understood that wıt jumped on land mınes of bad taste lıke frogs on lılly pads. Good energy got passed lıke bottles of crunk juıce and the party was thrown from a back pack. ıt was great tımes.