On the ledge of a roof 30 stories high, holding a cheap bottle of wine and screaming at the world as my brother and friend look on. I then look 30 floors down and i have a realization. I am not me. I am someone else but who? Someone better I realize.. Oh Yeah, that guy. He's dead though.
Am I??? I don't think so. I'm still drunk and standing atop the ledge while this bitch tells me
to come down, while my brothers asshole tingles with nerveracking emotions. I guess he
was to shocked to say anything so his tingly asshole did the speaking for him.
Silently of course. Don't worry, worried friends. I'm not a politition, a priest, or even a fucking self deluded rockstar.
Bitch who's bitching; shut the fuck up. Brother, who's asshole is driving him insane, it's
finally me. JORDAN. I'm not gonna jump you morons. If i did a couple people might weep
but that's besides the point at hand here. If I stepped off I'd have to much time to regret
while the ground came, nothing but faster and closer.
There is always to much time.