/lit/ - Literature

*lits up cigarette*
you really sure youre picking the right fight here kid

when i was young they used to call our crew the "burnouts". we were bad kids. we drank beer, pulled stupid stunts, got arrested. we worked out at the gym 4 hours a day seven days a week, so you can imagine the kind of shape we were in (top notch). they used to call me "psycho", cuz i was the most unhinged out of a bad bunch. you see, i didnt have no parents, none id like to acknowledge anyway. so im a tough son of a gun, real problem with authority, you know the stuff. i play loud music, i drink good beer, any asshole got a problem with it he can say it to my face.

so but that cant last forever. me and the crew, we were burnouts like i said. we said we wouldnt get no yuppy job, no suit and tie shit. we was gonna be mercinaries. so when we wasnt stealing cars and scrapping, we was prepping ourselves. we was learning languages, martial arts, shit like that.

the rest couldnt take the heat, but i made it. saw a couple of em walking about the old hometown, they couldnt even make eye contact.

im six foot seven. i know crav maga. i know six languages. i could turn you inside out with three or four wrist movements. ive been in the military sure, not for long tho. too crazy for them. after i left that i went freelance like i always wanted to.

ive fought for every group out in the jungle. i toppled democracies. i toppled dictatorships. cuz im just in it for the green, dig? so when i come home and i wanna spend my hard earned cash on a copy of Infinite Jest by David Foster Wallace, i expect a fucking blue sky green lettering version, not some tumblr post-it note shit. and if you got a problem with that you got a problem with me

so im gonna ask you once again, and next time i ask it aint gonna be so nicely kid

you sure you picking the right fight
*flicks cigarette at you*
hehe didnt think so kid

didnt think so