A Black Feather, A poison pen... ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- practically a cure I just FB friended the woman who was my best friend through most of High-school and was arguably the first girl i was ever truly in love with...at least until i admitted as much and pretty much became the invisible man...she's married and has kids now...and i hate to be shallow about it, but there is nothing like the reality check of the present day to cure me of that incessantly backwards-facing curiosity. If someone had told me that 20 years later, i'd be the good-looking one, i would have told that person that they were full of shit, and maybe even chucked them out of at least a ground floor window. but sure enough. Besides being unrepentantly evil these days, my only generally visible flaw is my intensely fucked-up teeth, but i earned those getting my head knocked in either in pursuit of cash or some sort of tension release Reality can be pretty harsh at times...hell...Even the gloriously cute but violent tempered girl that lived in the apartment around the corner from mine seems to have slipped a few notches since her glaring lack of self-respect led her to squeeze out a rug-rat sired by yet another dredging from the shallow end of the gene pool. She could have been freaking POWERFUL in ways i don't even want to imagine if someone had given her some kind of direction before she settled for being the bun-oven to a succession of pendejos 5:36 p.m. - 2009-04-23 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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