My now ex gay Marcus was just a tweaker who tried to steal my stuff. He then tried beating me with a 15 pound logging chain. I threw him on the ground with his backpack. The Rolla pigs showed up and left me without my ID and social security card in some new town.
I tried to commit suicide via cop. I got staples In my head.
I can't even work legally or hustle art...
Im okay...
I can survive...
They told me come and get it. They better hope I don't get my hands on gunpowder...
I just miss my hammock. I'm sick of ants crawling on me.
ElectricEva
Ayo wha-
Punished-cueball
I lured them out buy trying to blow up a fireworks stand. I dropped my flail on the ground and let the owner beat me over the head with it. I just smiled at him and lit a fuse. Then the pigs came and I walked out arm's open and they shot me. Tazers are the only thing I know that can put me on the ground.