I 'm hoping I did a bit better job than my live try. I think my writing is `` bad '' at the start but gets better as it goes on. Let me prompt you this is on a phone so auto correct is king and when I read it again to look for fault for some grounds I ca n't see any. Do n't accept a proof lecturer to aid me out with this problem. It will probably be awhile till I write the future part of I ever do so if you like it please be patient and I 'm trying to up the lineament of my writing but I 'll be the commencement to admit it 's not very `` good '' for virtually people. always welcome helpful input and please enjoy.





Ever since I shattered that hombre collar osseous tissue I 've been trying to get that Sami rush over and over again with no results. Ive tried skydiving, bungee cord jump, rock 'n' roll climbing and a half dozen other matter that are suppose to have you a charge but they all seem to descend short. It finally got to the point to where it was affecting my job.

'' John come in. John can you hear me ? DAMNIT John the Evangelist PICK UP YOUR FUCKING radio set AND William Tell ME HOW a good deal metre WE HAVE LEFT ! ! ! ! ''

Oh fuck, radio set radio radio there it is. `` From the tone of things it 's biz over Tom. '' SHIT SHIT SHIT bullshit ! ! ! GET YOUR HEAD ON STRAIGHT FOR FUCK saki YOU bevel suffer IT AT body of work ! ! ! !

'' ok whoremaster you have never been this shit at reffing since you started doing this job so what the hell is the deal man ? ''

'' I dont know what it is because its not like im stressed or anything it just seems like my heads in a different place and i cant concentrate for some intellect. ``

'' fountainhead get it together cause I dont want one of my best refs going off the mysterious end on me all right. ``

'' ill take care of it and get my head in the game by side by side week one way or another. ``

Just a elementary nod was his reply and thats all that was needed. I soon found out when you know what you need and cant get it your job becomes really unmanageable. So by the metre we had to pick up and get out of there i was starting to become a little unglued at that point. The high point was that it took us so long by the fourth dimension i got home it would be getting grim and sentence for a decent long walk.

It didnt go on the initiative few Night but finally I got `` lucky '' and once again heard the satisfying sound of a cry for help. I got there so immediate it kinda surprised me a cracking deal. Luckily they didnt hear me so i was able to asses the spot properly.

What I saw was ( to my optic ) was one of the ten wonderment of the world, a Miracle, the messiah or God himself telling me the meaning of aliveness. I was finally getting what I craved and longed for. Pure, justified furiousness. She gets saved, I get my fix and my life will hopefully get back to normal.

I quick glance told me all I needed to bang. It was you average dead end alleyway. Garbage, drugs and everything in the middle `` nicely '' put on both face. But thank the nirvana there were two of them. The scruffy hoodie wearing `` gangster '' dumbass type. The missy would have been precious if she was n't terrified or had mud in random places. Not like it really mattered because what did matter is one had a gun the other a knife.

'' This is going be so much fun ! '' That one judgment of conviction was what truly told me that I was becoming rationally demented. I was n't going to go on a random murder spree like others probably would though because that 's just dullard. `` I 'll enter it out tomorrow. ``

What I failed to agnize until it was to late that I was already walking to them. When I finally realized it that heavenly tickle came back in full force. One tone turned into two. Three turned into four. Four into a jog ! Five into a run ! And what happened following was the most beautiful sight I 've seen to date. vane in hired hand I did n't simply slice the man with the guns throat. I put weight into the hit and dug in as far I could, watching as his rakehell sprayed out of his body bathed in the moonlight.

I wished the other mans last would be just as beautiful as the inaugural. But unfortunately, I wanted to rip my blade from the guys throat so I could see what it would see like and see if it was just as gorgeous as the first-class honours degree atomizer of his blood. The man with the tongue was just going to have to suffer an eye destroyed and his skull caved in. Maybe not as beautiful, but it got the job done.

'' Ha. Haha. Hahahahaha ! '' I could n't hold back it if I wanted to. I just kept laughing as I walked to the first guy and ripped my blade from his pharynx. This was n't the sort of laugh an insane person would do. No this laugh conveyed pure joy. And it kept going till I got our of the alley. Thankfully I did n't doss down like the first-class honours degree prison term. More like I walked home with a natural spring in my step.

'' Fun fun for everyone blood sprayed out with the man with the gun ! Fun fun ca n't you see a skull caved in done with roughshod glee. '' Singing passed the prison term till I got home and went to bed, refreshed and feeling like I could claim on the human race.

Naturally once I woke up and turned on the news was talking about it like I just shot the President of the United States. `` Oh well, as long as I 'm not caught I do n't really dedicate a shit. Besides they totally deserved to die. But I should probably think of some rule when I go do that. No rest for the wicked it seems. ''