you could say it was wrong from the beginning.
so here i am sitting under the lower deck of a double decker bed, eating a hot fudge sundae while having the worst possible kind of stomachache.i guess im gonna quieten down a bit. then again, im just waiting to blow it all out.
i was kinda thinking to myself. im a pretty small guy with a damn loud mouth. and just because im small people think that they can push me around. too bad the only way i learnt as a kid to deal with such nonsense was to knock the crap out of these kinda people. doesnt help that i now know the most efficient way to snap someone’s neck while striking a seemingly interesting convo with that person. if not for all these laws, ns, db and wat nots, maybe i would have done it on the onset. so i cant run as fast or lift as much weights or endure the heat as long, but i sure can make dying painful for u if i wanted to. i think i would love some martial law. and i dont think im cut out to save lives. should have been a bloodthirsty soldier and shoot down people when they least expect it.
someone get me a coffee. seriously.
