nana nana nah nah, i made you eat your parents...
Victory is delicious. It's this taste you can't get out of your mouth. The triumph of being able to stand atop the mountain [of corpses and those who stood in your way] and point at your defeated opponent and say 'hah! there! I'm better than you!' Nothing can beat that. It's more addictive than anything I've ever experienced. Beer and sex can't even compare to victory. The high you get after defeating an opponent is so many things at once, you can't begin to describe it, but I will try. You want to keep doing it, because they need to be reminded. You want to savor it, because it was hard fought. You want to relive it, because it reminds you of your greatness. You want to let it slide, to allow you to be humble. You want to rub it in their face, because Fuck humble. You want to do anything and everything to keep the feeling going without letting it go for too long, and be reveling in a past victory.
That's what victory is to me. That's what I feel whenever I beat someone at anything. It could be for a pickup football game, for a grudge match at the range, for a girl, for points in a bar quiz, for a better grade than that douche in class you clashed with. For Pride. But it's still victory, and it always feels the same. And goddamn does it feel good.
So tomorrow night is one of my last major party nights. Tomorrow is the 'everyone gets laid' night. It'll be a freakin' blast. I hope. My family gets here in the morning. My room is a sty, because I've been packing. Oddly, I've taken over 2 car loads already, and the place is still a mess. Go figure.
Well, good luck to me.
That's what victory is to me. That's what I feel whenever I beat someone at anything. It could be for a pickup football game, for a grudge match at the range, for a girl, for points in a bar quiz, for a better grade than that douche in class you clashed with. For Pride. But it's still victory, and it always feels the same. And goddamn does it feel good.
So tomorrow night is one of my last major party nights. Tomorrow is the 'everyone gets laid' night. It'll be a freakin' blast. I hope. My family gets here in the morning. My room is a sty, because I've been packing. Oddly, I've taken over 2 car loads already, and the place is still a mess. Go figure.
Well, good luck to me.