I’m feeling a little inconspicuous today, which is… annoying, but it is what it is. If you’re okay with me, hit me up.
I don’t mind someone “well,” I guess — I can’t confirm anything about what you’ll like for yourself, but yeah. And please don’t call me about prices; if you’ve got Benjamin’s, call me there instead. Cool, that’s the boundary I’m actually willing to talk about.
As for limits, there aren’t really boundaries in the way people expect, except I did not allow anybody to year around me—yeah, I’m not saying that part twice—so no feces on me, and I’m not doing the same. Also no pagan stuff, and I’m not messing with your ass okay, it ain’t going to happen.
Anyway, if we talk and it feels right, we’ll go from there. I’m in Sarasota/Bradenton, Florida—usually faster when you catch me there first, not making this a whole thing.
