Real Life

Real Life

I know. You love reality shows.

Good Lord, how 2004 of you...

Believe me, some day, you'll hide your Fear Factor tapes under your hooded flannel shirt from 1994 and hope no one sees your parachute pants from 1984...

This is MY reality, and it's better than anything those poor saps at FOX can write. The sad thing is, I had to live it.

Old OneRock himself... This guy understood Reality, even if everyone else didn't.

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Sure, I know everyone wants to know what happens when you stick a bunch of attractive white twentysomethings into a high-tech apartment in an upper class neighborhood.

People have been asking that question since the caveman days...

But what happens when you take a fucked-up, introspective middle child who's balding prematurely and throw him into the passive aggressive world of Boston's South Shore--starting from birth?!?

It's no "pitch" from a lucky Bravo intern, folks. It's my life.

And I'm finally whoring it out for you ingrates....

Putting the FUN in fundamentalism...

There's just one story for now--but keep checking back. My life is so shame-filled that this website can barely hold it all!!!

Don't pretend that you still believed that "reality shows" actually "just happened that way..." Sorry to ruin it for you.

While I'm ruining things, "Rosebud" is his sled.

So there.