New England (Expanded) and How I Write. (WARNING: Angry Rant) · 1:39am May 16th, 2014
So this morning I woke up like I usually do: Buried under like fifteen blankets, covered in cold sweat, with the sunshine from my panoramic bedroom window-wall streaming in and gently poking me awake. I tore off my blankets, enthusiastic to start my day, when the serial pedophile known as Mister Cold As Fuck New England Mornings came in through my open window and urinated forcefully on my shirtless body.