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I can't fucking believe this, I mean it's just -- shit. Shit.
I guess it all started with my dad calling me out of the blue this morning and demanding if I had that crowbar he gave me when I was fifteen (yes I *know*) and then he just hung up on me, or at least, that's what I thought. Now I'm kind of worried, even if he is a jackass half the time. But anyway, I dig out the damn thing, because I was curious.
And I'm swinging it around when Jake (he lives across the hall and sometimes we would get together and watch movies. god. just. i can't fucking) just burst through the door.
He knocking it *down*. He
he launched himself at me and there are. were. are all these cat scratches on his arms and he he smells like *dead* shit and
I didn't even
I just reacted and swung and there's blood all over the
god. someone needs he I
I can't let go I can't someone I need someone to
I guess it all started with my dad calling me out of the blue this morning and demanding if I had that crowbar he gave me when I was fifteen (yes I *know*) and then he just hung up on me, or at least, that's what I thought. Now I'm kind of worried, even if he is a jackass half the time. But anyway, I dig out the damn thing, because I was curious.
And I'm swinging it around when Jake (he lives across the hall and sometimes we would get together and watch movies. god. just. i can't fucking) just burst through the door.
He knocking it *down*. He
he launched himself at me and there are. were. are all these cat scratches on his arms and he he smells like *dead* shit and
I didn't even
I just reacted and swung and there's blood all over the
god. someone needs he I
I can't let go I can't someone I need someone to