Pea Green Carpets.

Posted on April 24, 2009
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riding by lower south and jumped down some stairs on my bmx gt interceptor, only to fall because it was raining out, and land next to tom’s mom’s truck, which was actually my mom’s truck. she was on the phone and had no idea, and my body uncontrollably rolled on the hard ground. i landed near her exhaust pipe. why she’s sitting in the basketball court, i have no idea.

i was late coming home for dinner, woke up in a pile of my own blood and skin, all banged up from rolling after the fall.

staining the pea green carpet of 10756′s basement stairs.

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on a shotgun rage in halo 3′s high grounds map, in the bunker/base area. but it’s not a video game, its real life. they can’t stop me from shotgunning everyone in my path, and pretty soon, there’s no one left. i decapitate someone so morbidly that when another person tries to stop me, i grab the hair of the person’s head, and hold on tight while throwing the skull out of the skin at the person approaching. they’re freaked out and run…or maybe i hit them in the face with it. i don’t recall.

the last person standing puts up a struggle with his own shotgun, but i take it from him. one shot left and i shoot the ground by his nuts and a few bbs pierce his kakhi pants.

his only chance now is to tell me the only thing i want to hear, that people still believe in good faith. gun pointed to his face i give him two options. get shot in the face, or ask that if i give him his life and his gun back, that he promises to give me mine and we go our separate ways.

he takes the gun, puts it towards my face, and empties the barrel. end of this – no one says how he empties the barrel.

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in a military program where we ride small planes, more like gliders equipped with weapons and looking to take out 6 enemy aircraft at once. the benefit of these gliders – they’re undetectable by radar. the bad thing? they’re destroyed easily.

plotting out my course for takeoff and waiting for a good spot to sneak up on them, and stupid bryan fucks it all up. he leaves our base door opening while cleaning. he takes my goggles and puts them in a drawer, which delays my take off at the door, which shows them our possible location, and they shoot us, which starts a fire and burns half our shit.

we sit him in a chair and tell him to shut up and not touch anything while we regroup and conceal our hidden base.

“i was just cleaning up”
“no. don’t touch anything. things are in places for a reason. sit over there on this chair and do not move.”

i believe we handcuffed him to the chair, both arms, both feet. we can’t have another fire at the base, and he’s destroyed some of the gear by leaving doors wide open.

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