Hello to all,

Before I write anything for the “Full Nelson”, I always think about what to write, and I never can come up with any good topics…until I sit down at the computer and just start writing. This week should be easier because I had a few requests emailed to me. People want to hear stories about RIBS. No, not pork or beef, but the act of doing something funny to another wrestler or person in general. A RIB is the art of getting laughs at the expense of someone else. In pro wrestling it is as old as pro wrestling itself. So here we go!

My favorite one involves Vito Denucci, Mike Sullivan, Scoot Andrews and myself. The four of us were driving to Lafayette, Louisiana to do Monday Night Raw, the year was 2000 I think. I was driving and we were in the Bayou. Bottom line, the swamp. Nothing around at all except the blackness of night. Scoot had to take a piss really bad. He was looking for an exit but there was none for miles. He asked me to pull over so that he could pee, so I did. Scoot was standing about 10 feet from our SUV. As soon as he had a good stream going, I hit the gas and drove off. All we could see in the headlights of the other vehicles was Scoot Andrews running after us, still peeing, with his big black stuff flopping in the wind as he ran. I pulled back over after a few seconds and Scoot caught back up to us. He began to pee again and of course I took off again. The same thing happened. Black Nature Boy running down a Louisiana road, in the swamp, pissing all over himself, again. When all the pissing was done and we were all exhausted from laughing, Scoot got bak in the SUV. He said, “Damnit Nigga! You had my black ass out here running with my dick out. What if I had got eaten by some snakes or crocodiles?” Of course there were no crocodiles in Louisiana, just a ton of gators. This RIB, totally harmless and totally funny!

Most fun stuff in wrestling happens when you are on the road somewhere. Sometimes you just have to let off some steam! I remember wrestling in Yuma, Arizona. Steve Keirn had put together a great tour that involved wrestling at an Indian Reservation. Great talent, Great payday, Great times! I was wrestling as Doink the Clown and my opponent was the talented veteran B. Brian Blair. We had a great crowd at the show, probably about 3000 ro so. Blair and I had a great match, no complaints about anything. When we got back to the hotel (The Shilow Inn), we met a dude in the lobby who said that he was a Miller lite distributor. He said that if the wrestlers went to a certain bar (Ron’s Place) that Miller Lite would pick up the tab for us all. Wrestlers and free beer go hand in hand. So they put the bar tab under my name. Any worker that wanted a drink just had to go to the bar and tell them to put it on my tab! I remember that Horace Hogan and myself were having some beer and then we decided to offer free drinks to hot women. Any hot woman we saw, we got her some beer. This continued until 3:00am. After all was said and done the total damage was 436 beers and 16 shots of Jager. The Miller distributor was not there when we closed down the bar, but I am sure that he had a big shock when he got the bill. Thank God we flew out about 6 hours after the bar closed! We took the red eye flight home because I had to be in a wedding the next day. I was so exhausted that I fell asleep at the reception right after I gave the toast.

These are 2 of my favorite stories. I gave you the cliff notes because the extended versions are just too much for me to type. RIBS in wrestling are supposed to be light hearted fun! I have seen people do RIBS to be mean. I have seen someone who I shall not name take a shit in the gear bag of someone he did not like. That to me is a little extreme, but stuff like that does happen. When that happened it was actually at a WWF show. Imagine going to put on your gear before your match and seeing a big pile of shit on your singlet. I always enjoyed it when a veteran put “Hot Stuff” of “Tiger Balm” in the crotch of a rookies trunks. 5-10 minutes after the put their gear on their balls were on fire! I have seen guys super glue wrestling boots to a wooden floor. I always used to put my padlock on people’s gear bag and enjoyed watching them try to get their stuff out. Point being, back in those days you never left your bag alone. If you did, something would happen to it or your gear! I think that a RIB is good fun, as long as you keep it funny and it does not cost money to replace what ever is screwed with.

The RIB is a wrestling tradition that needs to be continued. I don’t mean ductaping a naked wrestler to a street sign. I don’t mean slipping somebody a gimmick and when they pass out on the airplane shaving their eyebrows. Stuff like that leads to fights, big time fights, real fights! Keep up the RIBS but plan them out so they are funny, entertaining but not too costly!

Until next time,

CCN

Chris Tipton (Nelson)

Hello to all,

I was trying to think of a topic to discuss this week and I had trouble setting my heart on any one in particular. So maybe I will just start on something and see where it goes!

I was talking to my Brother and tag team partner Vito this morning. We were discussing the differences in when I got in the “Rasslin’ Business” and today’s business. I must say that there were many differences between them. When I got my first taste of the “Big Time”, the year was 1993. I was fortunate enough to be picked to do T.V. in Atlanta. The week before that the Nasty Boys had broken my nose at a television taping at Disney MGM Studios. This was to be my first trip to Atlanta for World Championship Wrestling, and of course I was excited! An 18 year old kid living his dream on a worldwide stage! This was going to be great!

I had arranged a ride up to Atlanta with Bob Cook and Dave Penzer. Dave was a ring announcer for World Championship Wrestling and now does the same thing for Total Nonstop Wrestling. I will say this now to get it out of the way. If I had the chance to punch 1 person in the face right now, it would be Dave Penzer. You will see why as I continue! Penzer, Bob Cook and myself met up some where in Tampa and began our 7 hour drive to “A Town”, one of several hundred I would take in my career. Bob Cook was a soft spoken gentleman and one hell of a worker. Bob and I would go on to become good friends, even to this day. Penzer was a short, loud mouth little dweeb, which he is, even to this day. As we started to drive, Penzer said to me, “Where’s your booking fee, kid”? Penzer wanted me to give him $25 bucks a day for allowing me to work World Championship Wrestling. I was only making $150, but I gave him the $25 a day because I wanted to work for World Championship Wrestling and that was the only way to do it. When we got up close to the Georgia line, we stopped at an Arby’s to get lunch. It was damn cold outside as this was February I do believe. When I was on my back to the van, lunch in hand, Penzer took off leaving me in the parking lot by myself. He came back to get me about 30 minutes later. This was the first “RIB” I had ever been a victim of. My lunch was cold, but I said nothing. I did not want to blow my chances of working World Championship Wrestling by punching Penzer in the mouth. Besides, it was a RIB!

We got to Atlanta and checked in to the Ramada near the Airport. This hotel is also known in the wrestling business as “The Dungeon”. If you worked for World Championship Wrestling they only charged you $25 a night to stay there. Bob and I spilt a room for 2 nights, so that ended up being $25 for 2 nights, not bad! We wrestled at Center Stage which was located on West Peachtree Street. It was a beautiful place to work with the fans all around you. That place is legendary for the hundreds or wrestlers who had worked there. I looked on the lineup sheet and it read, “Chris Nelson vs Rick Rude, 5 minutes”. I was shitting my pants at that point because Rick Rude was not only a childhood hero of mine but also the World Champion. The match went great and I was asked back the next week.

Fast forward to the next week. Same van ride. Me, Penzer and Bob Cook. As soon as we crossed the Georgia line we stopped for lunch. We ate at the “King Frog Buffet” in Adele, Georgia. Anyone who has been on the road with me knows about the King Frog. All you can eat for $2.99. I think it is a Chinese Buffet now. While we were eating, Penzer asked me,”If you had to work Big Van Vader, would you quite World Championship Wrestling?” As soon as he asked that question I knew that I had Vader that night. I told Penzer that I would not quit and sure enough, that night I had Vader. It was only a few weeks earlier that he had broken the back of Joe Thurman, a jobber for World Championship Wrestling. I was thinking that the King Frog would be my final meal on this earth. That night,Vader beat the ever loving FUCK out of me! After the match we returned to the “Dungeon” and I went to the bar and started drinking heavily to kill the pain. I drank an entire bottle of vodka that night. That’s the thing, when you were up in Atlanta, everyone drank or partied with other substances, everyone. That is just what you did. You had a bunch of wrestlers living the wrestler lifestyle. Drinking and partying all night long!

I would have many more trips to Atlanta during my career. Each time I would give Penzer my $25 booking fee. I don’t know for sure, but I was told that he split that money with Jody Hamilton. Jody used to be the Assassin and is the father of Nick Patrick. On every trip to Atlanta I would get better matches and get to work longer. They knew me and that I could work. It wasn’t given to me, I earned my spot. I wrestled over 300 T.V. matches between World Championship Wrestling and WWF.

In 1994 I got the chance to work for WWF. The first trip was me, Jeff Bradley, Buck Quartermaine and Sonny T of the Southern Posse. What happened in the WWF was the same as World Championship Wrestling….we partied! I was making $250 a night and did not have to pay a booking fee. With the WWF it was first class all the way. They paid for airplane tickets, rental cars, food and gas for the rental cars. The first night we worked we were in Poughkeepsie, NY. We did a second night there as well and then a third night in Lowell, Mass. My first match in WWF was on Monday Night Raw. Me and Roy Raymond vs The Smoking Guns on live T.V. Roy Raymond messed up the match, but I covered it and the match ended up being good. That night at the hotel, Billy and Bart Gunn bought me a steak dinner for my efforts. I was on top of the world. I worked for World Championship Wrestling and WWF. Sure I was doing jobs, but wrestling was the only job I had. When I wasn’t doing T.V. I was working indy shows in Florida. Needless to say, I was wrestling about 5-6 nights a week and loving every minute of it.

The formula was simple. Wrestle, party, travel to the next show and do it all over again. Sleep was somewhere in there but with our schedule you slept when you could. We were seriously burning the candle at both ends. Up all night, sleep all day kinda thing. This went on for several years. Somewhere in all of this mess I had managed to get married and then divorced. I loved my ex-wife but really didn’t have time to be a husband while trying to be a wrestler. By the time I was 25, I was exhausted. I had been wrestling for 7 years and the business was very good to me, except for the fact that it consumed my life.

There is a good and bad side to this business. I am glad to see that the main focus of wrestlers has changed. It is no longer wrestle and get fucked up. Times have changed in that aspect. For that I am glad. Wrestling has lost too many people way too soon. Talented people, who might still be alive if it were not for their demons. Of course it is their choice, drink and do drugs or not. When you are around your hero’s in life and are a member of a fraternity, it is hard to say no and walk away from it. That was the mentality in the 90′s. Wrestle and then party. Today’s wrestling seems to be different. Sure there are guys who still get drunk or pilled up or even coked up, but not as much as it used to be. When I talk to some of the boys today, they seem to have a different philosophy then we did in the 90′s and before me in the 80′s. There are alot less drugs and alcohol in the business than there was when I started. I hope it stays that way.

What I loved about the wrestling business was the fact that it was like a fraternity, like a brotherhood. We had each other’s backs at all times, no matter what. The business is more of an individual thing now rather than a brotherhood. Wrestling needs to be a brotherhood, but not a brotherhood hell bent on self destruction. I remain great friends with people in the wrestling business. I really “grew up” in this business since the age of 16. I love this business and the people in it. We need to have each other’s backs and protect each other, look out for each other. That is the way it was and needs to be the way it is. There are always going to be fights and quarrels, but we all need to remember that wrestling is a brotherhood who looks out for each other. We need to be our brother’s keeper. Hopefully, the next generation or wrestlers will learn from the mistakes of the people who came before them. Focus on wrestling, not on the after party. I like to go to shows now and see that the boys go out to dinner with each other and the fans, not to get “Fucked up” but to socialize. I only hope that this trend continues. We lost too many brothers to drugs and alcohol. I consider myself lucky to be alive, and thankful! I look forward to many more years of being around wrestling. I can do without the feuds and the bullshit. I am happy to be around still and I want to see people from Florida do well in this business. That is why I make myself available to anyone who wants my knowledge. I am happy to give it, I just pray that today’s wrestler’s learn from the past. Learn what not to do. As for Dave Penzer, I am happy for his and all that he has done. I still think he’s an asshole though!

Until next time,

CCN

Chris Tipton (Nelson)

I was thinking about what to write today and about 1000 thoughts ran through my mind. The one that stuck was about the events that led up to my first ever match as a “Professional Wrestler”, days that I will never forget for sure.

I graduated from High School in June of 1992 and that is when I began to honestly train to be a wrestler. I remember spending endless night in Al Hardimon’s gym in Winter Haven, Florida taking bumps and learning my craft. I started training really training in July of that year, working very hard to get everything down. One day in late July, Al came up to me and asked if I thought I would be ready to wrestle in September. I, of course, said “Yes”, not really sure if I would be ready of not. Once it really set in that I was going to wrestle my first match on September 18th, I became extremely nervous and started counting down the days until my professional debut.

I was initially trained by Randy Hogan. He started my training in Lakeland at the Kelly Rec Center. We were using the Judo room, which was a concrete room with a few gym mats on the floor. We worked out there for a few weeks just doing different moves and taking bumps on that hard concrete floor. When he thought I was ready he took me to Al’s gym and introduced me to wrestling ring. Although it was softer than concrete, it was still pretty stiff. Randy had handed my training over to Buddy Valentine. Buddy was a solid wrestler who was a “Heel” in the Winter Haven area. Buddy taught me so much about the business. Not only how to work in the ring but what also to do in the locker room and how to “Kay Fabe” everything from the fans. I also spent time working with Al and Jon Force. Jon was scheduled to be my first opponent on September 18th, so we worked out what we were going to do. We had about 7-8 minutes worked out, a good opening contest for the show. As the date approached, so did my nervousness. Randy had ordered me my first wrestling gear from K&H and my boots from B&A. I still have the gear and the boots to this day. Nobody made gear and boots like K&H and B&A. I praise their stuff to this day! Alas, it was September 18th and it was my time to shine or fail miserably. Either way, I was ready!

I got to the Chain O’ Lakes Civic Center very early that day, a practice that I would use for my entire career. The guys running the music asked me if I had my tape, not a c.d. but a cassette tape. I handed him my tape that I had gotten perfectly cued up to play “Rock and Roll by Led Zeppelin, a song that I thought was fitting for a babyface. I got dressed up in my K&H gear and started greeting the wrestlers as they came in. Most of them I had never met before but was excited to meet. As the crowd started filing in the building I realized that there was going to be a ton of people at this event. That made me even more nervous. I guess I was hoping that there would only be 5 people there, instead, there was about 500. Not only was there a bunch of people there, but my family attended also. This actually ended up being the only live match that my Mother and my Step-Mother would ever see me wrestle. Neither of them liked wrestling, but they were there to support me. Of the many people I met that night was a manager named Champagne Cain. After seeing my girlfriend give me a kiss for luck, he told me that I should never bring a girlfriend to a match. Stupidly I asked him why. He then pointed out about 20-30 single women that were in the crowd. “That’s why, Rookie” he told me with a smirk on his face. That was my first introduction to wrestling groupies or “Ring Rats” as he so lovingly called them. I will admit that my brain was taking in way too many things at once, but the love of groupies stuck with me without fail!

The matches started and I was up first. I was standing behind the curtain waiting for my music to start, nervous as hell. I heard music but it was not my music. I realized that the idiot playing the music put my tape in backwards. I was told to go anyways, so I went out to the “B Side” of “Rock and Roll”, whatever that song was. The crowd instantly booed me. I don’t know why, I was from Winter Haven, what the Hell? I went with it anyway and uttered my first ever “Shut Up You Fat Pig” to some toothless woman in the front row. That was the start of my nasty side! The crowd loved Jon Force, which made getting heat very easy. It was during that first 10 minutes of the show that I was forever hooked on being a Pro Wrestler. The match was good, not great, but good. Jon Force, however, was great that night and led my through like a true pro! We hit everything that we had rehearsed the month prior to that night. After the first bump my nervousness wore off and I was focused on doing what I was supposed to do. I took a clean pin that night, as I should have and was on a natural high for about 2 weeks after that. At the end of the night I was handed an envelope containing $25 bucks! Not a killing, but not bad for my first match either. I was happy! I got change made out of the $20 and put a single dollar bill in a frame along with a ticket stub from that night that was stamped September 18, 1992.

This entire story started today with me remembering that my original ring music was given to the music guy on a cassette tape. Something so trivial can spark a memory I guess. The first thing I ever wanted to be when i grew up was a “Professional Wrestler”. My Dad used to take me every month to the Lakeland Civic Center to watch Championship Wrestling from Florida. I wanted to be Ric Flair or Dusty Rhodes or Kevin Sullivan or Percy Pringle III, depending on what day it was. Wrestling was burned into my brain when I was 6 years old. I remember when my childhood best friend Spike and I went to the Great American Bash to watch Ric Flair battle Dusty Rhodes for a solid hour! So many nights I spent dreaming of being a Pro Wrestler, and it finally was a reality. The business has changed alot since I became a wrestler. However I can still see those big eyes of some kid dreaming of being a wrestler every time I go to a wrestling match. You may be the reason some little snot nosed kid gets into Pro Wrestling. One day some green horn might come up to you and say that you inspired them to be a Pro Wrestler. That is a pretty cool thought I must say!

No matter what changes in this business, hopefully you do it because you love it. Wrestling may have changed but the thrill that people get from going to a wrestling match is still the same as it was when I was 6 years old. That is a pretty special thought! I used to give the sound guy a cassette tape, now I give them a c.d. Who knows what we will give them in 10 years, who cares. It is still great to be a part of something that makes people happy. Something that brings families together. Something that can help you escape from reality for a few hours. Is that bad? I think it is pretty damn cool~

CCN

Classy Chris Nelson will be on vacation this week. I decided to run each segmant in order one more time just so everyone can have a chance to read them. The Full Nelson series is well worth a second read.

Hello to all,

When I was asked to do a column called “The Full Nelson”, I must say that I was actually excited to do so. Of course, as most wrestlers do, I love to talk about myself. I also love to talk about the wrestling business and what I see in the business. Having been a Florida worker for almost 20 years, I know that most of the talent in this business comes from Florida. I have always loved to help “The Boys” out whenever I get a call or an email from them asking me questions. I am not one who minds passing on the information that I know to whoever wants to hear it. I was told many years ago that you need to help the younger guys out when they ask. I know that I had several “Old School” wrestlers help me when I needed it. Guys who sent me in the right direction when I needed it, and called me out when I needed that too. Getting advise is a very important part of a young wrestler’s career, just like giving it is also important for the “Old Timers” to do, so here I go.

I heard Ric Flair say once that the day you stop being nervous is the day you need to get out. That was told to him by someone who helped him get started. I think that is an accurate statement to make. I thought of this last night while lying in bed. A particular day stands out in my mind, December 22, 2001. Not only was this my birthday, but this also turned out to be the last time I ever worked for the WWF. I guess I should start at the beginning.

I started my t.v. career in 1993. I had been working the indy’s in Florida for almost 2 years. I started in Winter Haven, Florida working for Al Hardimon when I was 16. I was trained by Randy Hogan, who was my mentor. He taught me the basics about wrestling. Buddy Valentine was the man who taught me how to work. Buddy taught me how to call a match, when to do what, and the most important thing to me, how to throw a punch. Wrestling in the early 90′s in Florida was filled with absolute stars and phenominal talent. The Southern Possee, The Cuban Assassin, Jimmy Backland, Mark Starr, Vern Henderson, Lou Perez, and two of my personal favorites, Jeff Bradley and Buck Quartermaine. I stared in Winter Haven and soon moved to Tampa. Buddy Valentine and myself went to the Tampa Sportatorium on a Tuesday to see if we could get work. When we got there, we met Frankie Reyes. He was in charge of the shows along with the Cuban and Backland. I had gotten to work with Jimmy Backland 1 month before, so he told Frankie to book me and that I was a good hand. Cuban piped in on that too, because he had seen work also. Buddy, was already well know, so he was in as well. We were told to come back the next Tuesday and we would be on the card, so we did!

The next Tuesday came and Buddy and I made our trip to Tampa. Being green as hell in the wrestling business, I was super nervous to wrestle in Tampa because it was where the best talent was, bar none! I was scheduled to wrestle the Lord of Discipline (Bob Garst), who was about 6′ 4″ and 300 lbs. I was 5′ 11″ and about 205 lbs. We had a great match in that old building, nothing “Super”, but a pretty good match. Buddy also had a great match. At the end of the night Frankie asked us if we could be here next week, we of course said yes! And so it began, my wrestling career in Tampa. After a few months of wrestling on every Tampa show there was, I was picked for World Championship Wrestling tv. I was nervous as hell when I realized that at 18 years old, I was about to be on t.v.

I showed up early, very early to the Residence Inn in Orlando. I was to catch a bus from the hotel to Disney MGM where World Championship Wrestling was taping. I saw the bus pull up and I got on. Then the entire World Championship Wrestling roster showed up and got on the same bus as me….nervous I was. Sting, Cactus Jack, Vader, Ricky Steamboat, Steve Austin, Brian Pillman. You name them, they were there. When we got to MGM I went and looked on the board. I saw Chris Nelson/Johnny Lorenzo vs. The Nasty Boys……..Nervous as hell I was! The match went on and Johnny and me got the shit beat out of us ( I had a broken nose). After the match Johnny Lorenzo sated that he was going up to Jody Hamilton (Agent for World Championship Wrestling) and telling him that the Nasty Boys were out of line by beating the shit out of us. I told Johnny not to mention my name. About an hour later, Jody came up to me and asked me if I had any problem with my match or with the Nasty Boys. I told him, “Absoultely Not”. Jody then asked me if I could be in Atlanta on Tuesday, and I said “Hell Yes”. And so it began, my t.v. career. I never saw Johnny Lorenzo after that day. That is when I learned that sometimes you just need to “Shut the Fuck Up!”

Fast forward to 2001. I had been doing t.v. for both World Championship Wrestling and WWF for 8 years now. Last time I counted I was in over 300 t.v. matches. Some were 3 minutes long, some were 10 minutes long. Both Fed’s had gotten to know me and let me work with the best talent they had because they knew that I could put them over. Sure, I was a JOBBER, but big deal! I got a paycheck every 2 weeks from Ted Turner, or cash every night from Vincent K. McMahon. I made a pretty good living doing jobs on t.v. I never won a match by pinfall on t.v. but I did win by D.Q. once after a match with Kevin Sullivan. People always ask me if I minded always losing on t.v. My answer was always NO. I got paid, so how did I lose? I was on t.v. and getting World Wide exposure, how did I lose? I got to wrestle the best in the world, how did I lose?

December 22, 2001. The Rock’s homecoming in Miami. I looked at the board and saw Chris Nelson vs. Crash Holly (8 minutes). I became nervous. Not to wrestle Crash, but just because I knew that he liked “To Go”, and I was hoping that I could keep up with him. We called our match in the back and all was good. I remember being in the Gorilla position getting ready to go out there in front of 15,000 people thinking to myself, “Why are you so damn nervous?” The match went on, and it was great. 8 minute match of which I got 70% of offense for myself. Good stuff! Leaving that ring in Miami, I had no idea that this was going to be my last match for the WWF. This was probably my best match ever on t.v. It was good. We hit every spot, entertained the crowd and did not blow up until the end. I would sustain a head injury a couple of months later that would end my WWF career and pretty much my wrestling career as I knew it. Looking back on it, I am glad that I did not know it was my last match with WWF. I could not have picked a better match to go out on. I believe that God knew it was the end for me, so he gave me a great match to end it on!

I should have hung up the boots in 2002 like my Doctor’s told me to, but I didn’t. There is something about this business that just keeps you coming back. Maybe it is the joy of having 15,000 people boo at you. Maybe it is the egotistical side of us that always wants to be involved past when we should be. I don’t know for sure, but I do know that if you lose that nervous feeling before you enter the ring, maybe it is time for you to go. I only wrestle now every once in a while. I am not wrestling 5 -6 days a week any more, but I still get chills every time I hear my music start and every time I walk out of the curtain towards the ring. That is what this business is about to me, the thrill of the crowd and the brotherhood of the guys and girls you work with. Through this business I have met people that are closer to me than some of my family. I talk to my tag partner Vito every day, without fail, every day. I got to share being on the road all over the World with Vito Denucci. We have a bond that is tighter than a rope. At one point, he was on the road with me more than he was at home with his Wife. That is how friendships and brotherhood are established. We have memories together are just unreal and hilarious to us still.

To sum this up. I love this business of Pro Wrestling. I love the fans who come out to support wrestling, especially indy wrestling in Florida. The fans are people who can make or break a wrestler. They either need to love you or hate you, good or bad. I love the men and women in this Florida indy scene, the people who give us a chance and a place to wrestle. I was able to make a great career out of this business, but I started by busting my ass wrestling in front of sometimes only 5 people, for $10. It is like anything you do in life. You have to start at the bottom and pay your dues on the way up. You have to be willing to do what the other person does not want to do. Travel to different shows, set up rings, tear down rings, sell tickets, whatever it takes to get your name and face out there. The Florida indy scene is a great place to start, but you have to be willing to sacrifice and give blood, sweat and tears to this business, this “Mistress” we call wrestling. If you are willing to do all that, you will have a rewarding career in wrestling. You may never make the World Wrestling Entertainment , but as long as you are living your dream, that is all that matters, right? It is out there if you want it, but remember, nobody is going to give you SHIT! You gotta earn it, you gotta fight for it, because somebody else has the same dream you have.

Until next time,

Chris Nelson