SupremeDreamer10 Feb 2007

Sonny boy, I'd have no problem walking straight up to your face, appalling you with my rather foul breath, to inform you in a violent manner how much of a little shit you are. And then, if you wished to take it further, I'd decisively finish it with swift action, by brutally beating you in the face.

You can come down to San Jose if you'd like and prowl the downtown area for me, like a dunce; or you can engage me intellectually on this site by raising the bar of your sad writing abilities and use it to thrash me.

Either choice makes little difference to me kid. I don't reside in some cozy dorm, giving voice to pathetic despair like some meek child. My matress is concrete, my bedchamber open to the air, my resolve not in anyway crippled by fear. So, do me a favor, don't make stupid insinuations that you'd punk me if you had me face to face, in a banal comment online.

Such things tend to attest to your cowardice, not mine.