



That brings back memories. Getting the shit kicked out of you on the playground. Having lit matches thrown on you in the locker room.
Nice night for a ride. What the fuck are you doing here? Following you, to see where you’ve been going for the last three weeks. Now you know. And now you can go back home and go to bed. Do you know what time it is? The little hand’s on the two, the big hand’s on the three. Quarter after two?
for anonymous