My Mother Still Calls Me Jim And

A Handgun At Two Hundred Feet Is The Same Thing As Crossing Your Fingers And Making A Wish.

I Don't Care About The Little Guy. I Just Hate The Big Guy. I Hate Big Smug People Who Think They Can Get Away With Things.

Now They Broke My Toothbrush, I Don't Own Anything.

I Was In The Machine. My Whole Life. Then The Machine Coughed And Spat Me Out. So I Thought, Ok, If I'm Out, I'm Out. All The Way Out. I Was A Little Angry And It Was Probably An Immature Reaction. But I Got Used To It.

Hope For The Best, Plan For The Worst.