From a drunken kegger
Strolling home from a drunken kegger, cig in hand, I was waiting for a mugger to appear from the shadows with the intent to rob. With only 3 dollars in my wallet I was hoping he would stab/shoot me. pitiful I know. I must be really fucked up to wish this kind of encounter. Then I strolled by a gang of kawisaki bikers. Maybe they would do the deed and ground me finally. They were student of this school and wouldn't dare do such a thing to a fellow student. therefore I am going to bed to forget this night ever happen. goodnight.