Tear That Circuit Down.
Well here we are again.
All I seem to be doing is sharing my life story with nosy people who seem to find my life interesting. Or that they find me so damn attractive that they need to get to know me. Well ya know what? I'm going to tell it one more damn time. You hear? Once more before I flip my lid and send someone to the hospital in a stretcher. What you don't believe me? Well hell why don't you come a little closer? We'll see how long it takes for you to fall straight down. I bet I can down you in one punch.

If You Wanna Live Life On Your Own Terms. You Gotta Be Willing To Crash And Burn.
I was fifteen when I ran away. Never looked back, never came home. Police couldn't find me and after months of searching they just plain gave up. My father died. I saw it, on the news, that damn alcoholic crashed into a poll. Dead on site. Poor ol'mother went bonkers from the loss of him and I. Hell I felt bad, sure, but I didn't go back. Why should I? I had a cozy apartment on the roughest part of town. I'd be crazy to say I didn't enjoy the action. Fights almost every night, guns blazing at some poor fool who didn't play their cards right, and the wildest police chances you'd ever seen. Of course I got myself in heaps of trouble almost every night. Underaged drinking, fights, stealing, hell you name it I most likely did it. Am I proud of it? You better believe I wasn't. But did I have fun? You'd better bet all your money on that. I was living the life. Invited to all the goddamn parties in the neighborhood. Not only for my wild antics but because I was so damn handsome. Of course I used that to my advantage, attracted all the girls in the area, one snap of my finger and they were all there, ready to do whatever I commanded. Life was good. I was raising in fame despite having no talents. Letting my good looks speak for me. Getting trashed more often, losing all sense of direction.
I didn't want it to end. But as they say, all good things must come to an end right?



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