Dear badass. I get it, I used to be a vandal too. Walking up and down the city streets finding shit to fuck up just because I could. I don't hold it against you; everyone goes through that phase. But cutting squares out of motorcycle seats is a weird way to express it. If there is one thing I've learned since my prowling days it's that shit has a way of catching up with you. I know a little life advice my be tough to swallow so, if I ever find you, I'm cutting a god damn square out of your fucking thought to help you process it a little easier. Promise.
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