InsaneJournal

They really need to work on their welcome wagon in this place, cause listen: I don’t know where anybody else came from, but in my neighborhood, if a guy grabs your arm and sticks something into it? You deck him and hope whatever it is don’t slow you down much. I could only manage one outta two, so hopefully my brothers’ll still be proud. Wherever they are.

Speaking of, where the hell am I? Besides the obvious, of course.