My friends and neighbors Stephen & his roommate Scia came as soon
as the fire alarm went off. I had already extinguished the fire and
thankfully my laptop wasn't on the desk when that psycho put it on fire so it was safe.
"What happened?" Scia asked.
"That fucking guy. I swear to god I want to kill him, I want to actually kill him" I yelled around.
"Calm down Zack! Are you eve sure it was the same guy?" Stephen asked.
"Of course it was the same guy, I could tell from his eyes"
Stephen
& Scia have been my friends for a while and were the only ones I
really told about what really happened on that day, they believed me and
started wondering about whether going after him was really a smart idea
or not.
For future reference to readers of this blog, I
have a crush on Scia, there I said it. She's never going to read this
blog, she doesn't even know I keep it.
"Zack, maybe we should think about this in the morning. There is no point in making irrational decisions at this hour" Scia said.
She had a point.
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Hate the Biker
For those who don't know me my name is Zack Waters.
I had to make another google account. It was because I wrote down all the information on a piece of paper that I stickied to my desk. I woke up today and saw the Bloody Biker, the guy who cost me my arm merely to make a point was in my house in the middle of the night setting fire to my desk. I was freaked out, because obviously I had not prepared for something like this. The Bloody Biker was laughing like a maniac until he just jumped out the window and vanished into the night. I'm certain it was the Bloody Biker. Who could forget those pentagram ridden eyes of his?
I don't get why he has targeted me. I'm writing this with my remaining hand despite the fact that I've been nothing but a good citizen all my life. I had to stop my work as a gym couch, I now work as a library assistant. It's certainly isn't my preffered area, but the pay is good and its an easy job to do with one hand. I try to be optimistic about all this, thinking this is just some lunatic that will lose interest. But a part of me knows that is not the case.
I hate this.
I had to make another google account. It was because I wrote down all the information on a piece of paper that I stickied to my desk. I woke up today and saw the Bloody Biker, the guy who cost me my arm merely to make a point was in my house in the middle of the night setting fire to my desk. I was freaked out, because obviously I had not prepared for something like this. The Bloody Biker was laughing like a maniac until he just jumped out the window and vanished into the night. I'm certain it was the Bloody Biker. Who could forget those pentagram ridden eyes of his?
I don't get why he has targeted me. I'm writing this with my remaining hand despite the fact that I've been nothing but a good citizen all my life. I had to stop my work as a gym couch, I now work as a library assistant. It's certainly isn't my preffered area, but the pay is good and its an easy job to do with one hand. I try to be optimistic about all this, thinking this is just some lunatic that will lose interest. But a part of me knows that is not the case.
I hate this.
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