Why, they ask?


Because horrible things always happen to me.

No wait, don’t say it, aloud or under your breath, you know what don’t even think it.
I can read the words set to tumble from your poorly educated mouth and you can fuck right off with those, I mean it.

I’d rather not be forced by rage to confront you, because we both know what will happen if I am – I will attack you, tear you apart, destroy your self esteem with my caustic verbal delivery.

Come on now, don’t feign shock.  You know me, you know just what I’m capable of – so my advice to you is to walk away, go on, shut your mouth, turn around and go back the way you came.

Okay, good.