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Brace

"Brace."

Either way, the sun´ll set and rise like the ass he is. Your son will be caught having sex with a girl he doesn´t know somewhere. You´ll probably be maced before you die. You´ll probably be flipped off by a guy with one arm. Your mother will most likely disown you if she hasn´t already. Your father might get cancer. Your aunt Shiela might die and you´ll wonder what she was like. Shiela might leave you so much money you´ll develop a drug problem.
That bitch, she was always up to no good.
You´ll go to another country and feel like an ignorant American, even if you aren´t. You might be offered a seat in Congress. You might have a three-way. You might get herpes and never be able to fuck anyone without telling them before. Your uncle Joe might borrow money from you and run off with it. You might find a pee stain on your couch the morning after a wild party. You might find someone you don´t know in your bed the morning after a wild party. You might think of your son. Your daughter might get knocked up. You might buy a gun for self-protection and shoot a child playing a prank on you one night.
You might be a good person forever.
You might be behind bars the rest of your life. You might get drafted and sent to a country you´ve never been to before by a person you´ve never met. Your sister might come out of the closet to your girlfriend. Your girlfriend might run off with her.
You might find the God you thought never existed.
You might unwillingly take X one night and be raped. You might forget your tampons. You might punch a stranger in the face because you´re having a bad day. You might beat your child because he isn´t good at sports.
You might die looking at the stars on a beach. You might die looking down the the barrel of a gun in an alley somewhere. Either way. Brace

posted by Gary @ 10/30/2006 11:00:00 AM