First of all, I have no idea what I am doing as far as building a website, so if you know more than me, congratufreakinglations. That doesn’t take much. I’m trying to write. I need an outlet without worrying about violating the community standards. I am not willing to be censored. There’s nothing holding me back but myself. I once lived in fear. I just don’t care enough about much anymore to be afraid. Not jaded, angry, or bitter. I really just don’t give a damn.
I want to preface my narrative by fully informing you that I am not here for popularity, that I don’t have a point to this venture, and I don’t care if anyone believes a single word of what I am going to write. In fact, let me declare this to be a fictional representation of reality and any likeness of real individuals either living or deceased is purely coincidental and in no way intentional. I don’t want to be sued. Or put on another hit list. Yes. I’ve had a bounty placed on my head. In fact, one of the main stories I’m going to tell you is of the time I almost died.
Do you know what it’s like to be afraid to take a sip of water? Smoke a cigarette? I do…And I’ll get to that in my own time. Just don’t forget a few key facts about me: I’m not sure what you need to know, what you want to know, but I know I don’t care. And that’s all I have to say about that.
What The Fuck Is The Point: 