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Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
Today I have 15 years clean & sober from drugs and alcohol. I did it so I wouldn’t die and then I kept doing it because it gave me a life beyond my imagination and I have a vast one. I couldn’t possibly comprehend – lying on my basement floor with my hand on my pulse and Motorola flip phone buzzing because a dealer is wondering where his money is – that today I’d be doing what I love with the people I love and wake up every day without a hangover and completely free from the obsession I once had. To be honest I’d be surprised I didn’t have a Motorola flip phone. I’ve lost my mom and my brother but I’m completely in tune with their love and who they were and are. My dad’s my buddy today. I’m not running. I have love in my life – love that the little guy in my head tells me I don’t deserve sometimes but then those tools I was given come in handy. I was raised in church basements that smelled like coffee and cookies and there was a guy with a neck tattoo and felonies that had just made amends to his mother that smiled brighter than an Orbit commercial. I learned how to be a man from men and women that hugged hard and drove scooters because they had gotten dui’s. They taught me to hug and to cry and show up for my people. They taught me honesty. They also loved Evan until I learned to. They’d say “I love you brother, and there’s nothing you can do about it!” When I look in the mirror I love that dude today and that’s absolutely insane to me. I can see little seven year old Evan in my reflection and I’m so glad I gave that bright little guy the life he was pretty sure he’d never have. I’m 34, 15 years sober and it took about 34 to love myself. Therapy has and continues to save my life. These photos are a small gratitude list that pales in comparison to the list of things that 19 year old Evan, sitting in a totaled car with white residue on his nose, could have dreamed of. It’s just what I’m grateful for this second while typing this. Thank you to everyone thats ever supported me. I love you and there’s nothing you can do about it.
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