I so desperately wanted to be Mr. Somebody. Instead, I was the little brother, included to a point.
Touch my children and I will eat your hands off your freakin arms.
Let's hook up and just bring fiery death.
I'm dealing with fools and trolls and soft targets. It's just strafing runs in my underwear before my first cup of coffee. I don't have time for these clowns.
The only thing I'm addicted to right now is winning.
But you can't focus on things that matter if all you've been is asleep for forty years. Funny how sleep rhymes with sheep. You know.