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May 01, 2005 00:37

I had gotten a call from B saying that Angel was in trouble and blah, blah, blah. The standard when I called and checked in. Tons of Angel is doing wrongs and Spike is there with him and not with me. The poor me thing, no one else really sees. Not that I blame her. Come on, we're young and shit and then B has like all this responsibility. Course,I sure as hell wasn't into the mentoring a bunch of whiny brats thing. The whole world is now a slayer, it seems at times.

It was hard enough for just me and B to deal with each other. Get a room full of pmsing Slayers together and world world megaton breaks out.

Okay back to my story. I get this call and start thinking about how much Angel did for me. You know I was gonna go help him out. I'd do almost anything for the dude. So I took off on my bike zooming for LA.

So did some fuckin drunk.

Figures I would be taken out of the game before it got a chance to start. Life's a bitch then you croak.

So I've been wondering the streets of what may be heaven. It's strange, figured I'd make it straight to hell but this place, it's not all fire and brimstone. So that's heaven I figure.

Only one thing is my senses are in over drive. So I know somethings up.

Just gotta figure that part out.
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