My school has a pirate. Pretty interesting, actually. Because my school was near pearl harbor, there where a few crashed planes near by. We got the mascot when they found a marauder plane that crashed during the time. Not sure which side it fought for, though.
Ever some kind of war, I'd hide in my house, or go with the military to take me to some kind of camp for protection. I am a pussy, and I could give a fuck about who wins or loses. Living is priority number one for me. Well, this is my plan for nuclear holocausts and zombie invasions, too.
There's this old guy I pass buy and hope to avoid when I walk home from school. Whenever I meet him, he says some crazy gibberish, so I just smile, say hello, then walk away. Part of me is creep'd out by him, another sad about his senility, and another thinking about how much of a hell his life is.
Well, there is a crazy guy at my school. Well, not really crazy, just a bit off :/ He looks like an elementary kid, but really, he's in 11th grade. His lies about him "getting some" was so off that I'm pretty sure he doesn't even know how it works. Speaking of lies, he lies about everything he...