gotta love full moons. first destro crashes and burns, then knox fires up the tin foil, and now tough guy number three shows up shot out of a cannon- all in the same 24 hours.

Ruin, i had high hopes. you mixed it up with the class tard about the subway bums, which was amusing for a second, but then you couldn't finish the job. he's point blank range for fuck sake. before you try riding with no hands again, work on those run-on sentences, take breaths between metaphors, and take more than two days to decide you know everything about this place.

i think there's a place for you here, and we can help you find that inner sunrise, but let's see some improvement first.