Memoirs of HockeySuperProKickASS_19
January 15, 1982--
It was the best of times, it was the worst of times.........and then I fuckin' stabbed my friend Steve over the good skates that he had. I knew he had two pairs of skates, A.....and that I had none. That was totally a fucking cop out by life to deny me, the master of all rinks, Steves good fucking skates, A.
January 17, 1982--
This is the day that I learned of self reflection.........."Self, I hate fucking shoveling snow for mom for free when I could be hammering some dicks teeth in on the fucking ice, A."
January 19, 1982--
Today was the day in my life that I realized Steve didn't get the whole stabbing hint from 4 days ago, that little fucking ass went straight for the good skates and again, I stabbed him with a pencil in the forehead.
This is also a day that I learned of loss when Steves dad hauled me off the property, but not before I belted him in the nuts with his own mailbox marker that I had happened across in my journey over shoulder.
-Benched 50 pounds in grandpas shed.