Questions & Answers
Q: "Who the hell are "OG N' AX" anyway? Couple a' homos?"
A: Hey, now. Be nice. These are simply code names Santiago and I used during middle school, and have very little meaning. But, for the record: "OG" is actually a shortened version of Santiago's name. No one will disagree that having a four-syllable name begs for a shorter version. Begs. Somewhere early on, one of us decided to call him "Santi" for short. You can damn sure bet it wasn't me. I hate that name, it sounds limp-wristed and girly. I have never, ever called him that. Sounds too much like "Panty", for one thing. Anyway, I opted for the more creative approach. I messed with his name frequently, calling him "Archipelago" or "San Fernando", whatever, but have always addressed him as Santiago. It's his 'effing name. But, when I ran out of ways to play with the "Santi" portion of his name, I moved to the rest of it. That's right, the "ago". Not much there, but enough to stay true to the creative approach. Since "ago" is a real word in english, I just used "og" (like in "dog"). For those of you who are more hip, you'll note that "OG" stands for "Original Gangsta" in the rap world. Doesn't get cooler than that.
As for "AX", that ties into an embarassing story. Most of you know that, in middle school, I had long hair and wore rock band t-shirts all the time. The kids made fun of me all the time, and in one case, so did a teacher. It was Health class, and it was coach McCahill (I'm sure I don't need to elaborate on him). Instead of calling me by my actual name, he called me "Axl Rose". By that time I hated the band and really didn't care for Axl as a person. What really got to me, though, was how the class erupted in laughter every time the bastard called me that. Like I didn't put up with enough shit already. Anyway, he shortened it to "Ax", and I left it alone. To me, it sounded like a nickname that a tough-ass biker would have. That's Ax over there. Don't fuck with him, he'll kill ya!
Q: "Hey! I was friends with you two! Where am I?"
A: Screw you, no one cares! Seriously, the OGman and I choose what we write about here very carefully. If you hung around us for any length of time, we're bound to mention you here at some point. I can't speak for OG, but I'm trying my best not to bad-mouth anybody that might see this site. It was originally intended to be between the two of us, but has since proved to be something of a hit. But hey, if you were cool, you got nothing to worry about, right? RIGHT? That's what I thought.
Q: "Can I get a WHAT WHAT?"
A: Go straight to hell. Do not pass GO, do not collect $200. Who the hell asked this question anyway? Oh, all right. You can get a "WU-TANG", just not a "What What". But that's that.
Q: "There's a picture of a red headed woman in a green dress that is used throughout your site. Does it mean anything?"
A: Yes, Virginia, it does. That woman is a character from one of our favorite films, BORN IN EAST L.A., an 80's movie written & directed by Cheech Marin. Cheech works at an auto repair shop, and the woman comes in to pick up her car. To anyone who hasn't seen the movie, this won't mean a whole lot. We suggest you rent it. It may not give you much insight into the nuances of me & Santiago's friendship, but it sure as hell will make you laugh. We promise.
Q: "You guys can't remember dick. This is how it really happened..."
A: We are only human, and we have that "selective memory" thing happening. Santiago is much better than me at recalling past events, but I'm sure we're going to leave stuff out or get stuff wrong. If this happens, please tell us! Leave a message in the message board area (a link can be found on the main page). Even if it's just a spelling error, we wanna know. Guess what? If you have something really neat to say, we just might include your words in a special section here on the site. Please do this before we get so old we don't know anything at all.
Q: "I wish I'd gone to your school. It must've been so cool to be part of your group of friends, right?"
A: Give us a break. If you went to our school, you'd have hated us. You would've thrown things in our direction, stolen shit from our lockers, and you definitely would have made fun of our clothes. Anyway, we make ourselves seem a lot cooler than we actually were.
Q: "Why don't you update your site weekly?"
A: Why don't you go cry to mama, you whiny little ass-bag! We are gangsta mutherfuckers, just like the sign says. We live by the code of the samurai, and we do what we want, how we want, WHEN we want. Only losers have time to constantly update their web sites. That's why the photos are there. Just click on them, drool all over yourself, and pretend like we care about you.
