It all began the day I died.
“Oh, fu-“ was my last utterance before I kicked to bucket. Or, rather, hit the ground. You see, I didn’t get a normal death. I didn’t get murdered protecting children and puppies from a goddam clone of Hitler, I didn’t die on my death bed at the age of eighty…
Added by Dual on September 3, 2010 at 10:00am — 4 Comments
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