Yesterday morning i had my first ‘Final Destination’ moment. You know how they can apparently stay alive by paying attention to the signs and signals and what have you? Every morning i cross at this set of traffic lights with a little island thing in the middle near the exhibition center. The island bit is sort of on the apex of the corner so as you stand there, the traffic is coming directly at you and then it curves away in front of you.
"I'll give ya a dose, but it'll never come close to the rage built up inside of me"
"If you should die before me ask if you can bring a friend..."
"She holds the hand that holds her down"
"I'd love to shove your head into a barbed-wire fence, but you'd probably tell me all about it...You shit me to tears!"
