It's safe to say that yesterday was probably the weirdest twenty-four hours of life. My teacher died of a heart attack, and from there I destroyed some brain cells and went to a biker rally. It doesn't stop there... I just destroyed some more brain cells, and played in a playground with some biker couple's family.
"Somebody told me when the bomb hits, everybody in a two mile radius will be instantly sublimated, but if you lay face down on the ground for some time, avoiding the residual ripples of heat, you might survive, permanently fucked up and twisted like you're always underwater refracted. But if you do go gas, there's nothing you can do if the air that was once you is mingled and mashed with the kicked up molecules of the enemy's former body. Big-kid-tested, motherf--ker approved."
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