Hi, how are you? If i'd talk to another angry person i might argue, I'm almost 21, and i'm tired of a curfew. My mom say's theirs crazies out here, and they might hurt you, she can't understand that i have no virtue, no remorse, i'm unstable, and my life's off course, so i'm one of them. I don't care if it's a fair fight, or they have a gun with them, if i get injured don't matter cause I have a partial death wish from being eluded from the one thing on my with wish list, to make money, now I think of bone breakage, and not furry bunnies. I don't care if any broad ever loves me, i'm a fighter not a lover, with more anger than the average thugs on streets.