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Interview with Thadious Robert Wizner aka TRW


If I'm going to have TRW be a guest blogger, I figure you should know a little obout him. So, here is an interview I held over the phone with TRW. I figured it would be best to keep it raw and uncut, so you would get the real and unadulterated TRW.

Me: Wow, Thad how the hell are you? I haven't heard from you in...

TRW: It's TRW. Chad, you know I never like that name. Why do we have to start like that?

Me: Uh...Sorry. Haven't changed much....

TRW: I'm a completely new person, and a new creation. But, I just don't like that name. It's TRW or Thadious. Period. So, cool 'bout the blog thing?

Me: Definetly. I was wondering if I could interview, and if that interview could be this conversation? I mean if you're

TRW: Cool. That's awesome. They should know somethin' 'bout me right? Let's see...I was born from the fire of a god spitting out the dredge of the world after he cleansed it. I named myself upopn realizing my creation, and stood for all that is perfect.

Me: Seriously.

TRW: Fine Chad. You ask the damn questions then.

Me: OK...sorry. Um, well...let's start with the beginning. Where do you come from? Where were you born? Why should people read this?

TRW: You don't give interviews a lot do you?

Me: No why?

TRW: You're suppose to ask one question at a time. It's ok Chads, I'll work with you on this. I see I'm still teaching you. {A large explosion is heard}

Me: WHAT THE FUCK WAS THAT!!!

TRW: I don't know. Ok, me huh?

Me: Thadious. That was a huge noise. What the hell was that.

TRW: I don't know chad. I don't really care. Can we continue? Good. It doesn't matter where or how I came about, only that I am. I have created who I am, what I have. People have helped me, raised, loved me - That's all that matters.

Me: Ok, TRW. Come on. Why shoudl these people read this?

TRW: I don't fuckin know. They read it or they don't. They either want to hear what I say, or they don't. Whther a whole bunch of people read this, or a few peopel do really doesn't matter to me.

Me: So why did you want to do this?

TRW: My gut said it was a good idea. Plus, I wanted to talk to you and I knew you needed to be in my life again.Mayb e for you, maybe for me.

Me: O.k, lets go with that. Do you remember when we first met.

TRW:{A very loud grinding sound occurs. TRW yells over it} Jesus fuckin Christ ChadZ. What the fuck? The past is but the past. We are in the present. We live in the now! We create our future.

Me: What the hell was that sound!

TRW: Exactly! Good question. That is happening in the now. Good job.

Me: Well?

TRW: What?

Me: The sound. What the hell was that?

TRW: I don't know. Don't really care.

Me: What? Fine! {The sound of me kicking my chair across the room is heard} What about this kid. Who the hell is he? When did you adopt a kid?

TRW: Ahhhh....The Kid. He's fuckin great. You have to wonder about the youth of today. He's a good kid. He's been around me for about a year or so. We've had some good times.

Me: Where did he come from?

TRW: Do we have to have the birds and the bees talk Chassy?

Me: I mean, is he your...um.....biological child?

TRW: He's my kid...but my genes don't make him up. It'sw nice though, because I don't feel bad the parts of him that he can't do anything about. Liek, I'd feel bad about giving someone my nose. But he was given all that shit pre-me.

Me: So, you're nbot going to tell me anything?

TRW: Nope....that's what the blog is for. To tell a whole bunch opf stuff.

Me: Well, I look forward to reading it.

TRW: Me too. I'll talk to you later.

ME: OK.