Ahh yes, I've got my very own troll now. Everyone welcome the hypocrite Sufjan McBride . He enjoys uhm...well fuckall, outside of shoving some poor soul off a goddamn balcony and going out of his way to make me feel as bad as he does inside, I don't know what the little prick likes!
All I know is he's asking for a beating with the way things are going. Think about it, I've got no job, no committments aside to my own sanity, and nothing but fucking time. That right there is a good recipe for "Shut your damn mouth".
Which brings me to the thought of the day, threats, grievances and in general mayhem. Everyone's a fucking action hero/ine, if you haven't noticed. And while it's a bit hypocritical of me to lambast this right after issuing a "Smackdown, Party of 1" request, I'll admit to it myself just a hair.
So what is it that makes proxy threats so....blase? Let's hypothetically say I say, "I'm going to kill you, and rape your dog." or some sick shit. Invariably. INVARIABLY the accused Runner or whomever will say some bullshit like... "Bring It, I'm packing a .35 herpaderpaherp with 5 million herpaderp rounds, and I've got herp herp herp herp..." Its always about what they've got.
Fuck that. I don't give a shit what you want to make people think, I know a person who really knows tactics wouldn't say a god damn word about having a claymore mine in his backyard, or a rifle and ammo within easy access. So, what we've got is an inflated sense of security, and most likely a fantastic sense of make-believe.
That same false bravado that people throw on when they're shitting themselves because a FUCKING FACELESS MONSTER IS STALKING THEM. Everyone here who's reading this, has either seen Faceless or knows enough to be afraid. Let's not sugarcoat it, hell I've broken down into tears twice, and soiled myself once. I admit it, and I defy any of you to tell me you didn't at least pucker up tight when he ambushed you.
Now, to be a bit more realistic, why don't I just lay out what I'm working with, where I am.
Not much. When you're a homeless ass guy, ducking out of sight of the law, and have motherfucking bandages on your face and hands...shit doesn't go your way. But hell that's the hand I'm dealt, so that's what I've got. Really the only thing I've got is a shitload of time, and that's it.
Or at least, that's all I'm willing to admit to.