Dude, I don't know what the fuck's goin' on over at your place, but in the last day or so you've morphed into "Chance LaFriend" and when I clicked on you I saw a pierced noony.
I sincerely appreciated "I have serious fucking problems and I hate you." And, "just keep complaining until your dreams come true." And, "they killed a retard on the bus [...] there goes reality, Jack."
Brilliant 21st century poetry, replaced by labia flaps.
But, in the last 12h or so, you've redeemed yourself. Chance LaFriend seems to be back to its urban, disaffected roots.
You said you wuz getting tired of having your cover blown. Dude, if that was true, why did you keep your url?
And I quote:
He was my North, my South, my East and West,
My working week and my Sunday rest,
My noon, my midnight, my talk, my song;
I thought that love would last forever: I was wrong.
This drunkhighfag has got you on watch.