How Do Assholes Get Into Heaven?

J-ironfist is a man with many hats. He is old school and has been around since before the swell of social media made the puddle into a pond and that pond into a spaceship flying to the moon. If you recognise the name, you must say hello. If you recognise the face, then its time to put your drugs away dawg because you’ve been smoking too long. You don’t know him and he doesn’t know you, for real.

 

How Do AssHoles Get To Heaven is the first printed work for J-Ironfist, but he is known and has enchanted many an ear, with his re-erected, inter-discourse. He was born and remained still for almost a day, refusing to be held by anybody, including his mother until the morning dew had turned into cotton in the cloudless sky.

 

After three days of fasting, in a dome of his own thought and drinking nothing but home made Manly-Mojitos, the still man started to vibrate. It is true that when you feed a polar bear to a beetle neither champion will die. When J-Ironfist started to write, he was the beetle, as just like the great old saying suggests, the bear was his mind. Two champions, doing battle until the end of time.