Kanz was playing around in the Mighty Miss, and it took every restraint in my body to not push him into the river. The only reason that I didn't do it was because I knew that I had to ride home with him, and I didn't want a wet and smelly beast sitting in my front seat. Besides, friends don't push friends into the water, which was an contractual agreement that we both signed when we met back in 2003.

Joey Kanz scoured the streets of St. Louis for a classy dame that would go out for a night on the town, and he found the most incredible looking beast in the area. It's just too bad that he's a man and she's a horse. It just wouldn't work out.

Kanz and I were about to take a ride to the top of the Arch, and I couldn't be any more excited. Kanz, on the other hand, was a little bit worried about our upcoming trip. He had no idea what to expect.

We stood outside of the Arch and tried to keep our composure. Needless to say, it didn't really work out too well for us. I don't think that I can explain the look on my face, nor can I explain my thoughts or actions at this time. Joe might be a little easier to read; he's got tired and hung-over written all over his body. He leans against the cold metal of the Arch and hopes that it will bring him back to reality. We really didn't know what was going on right now, but we hoped that soon we would figure out just what the hell was happening...

I pressed my face against the cold hard steel and noticed that my reflection was looking good, and I mean real good. I couldn't help but stare longingly into it's eyes. Well now that's just messed up.

Home

Kanz holds the big ass rock high into the air and shows the world how rough and tough he is. He didn't have to prove to me that he is a beast of a man, I've known that since the first time we met.