There was this one time. I went to Bondi Beach with my Dad when I four. He took me out to the waves that were too big for me and each crash rocked my tiny body and I felt like I might die. But he held my hand the entire time and kept in place. I felt invincible against these waves twice my height with him there. And I haven't heard from him since that visit. He rings my borther all the time and they met up last chirstmas. I haven't seen my father for 15 years. Why? Because I'm smaller than brother? Does he value strength that much that a son who doesn't beat people up for a living isn't enough? At this point if I saw my father I might try to kill him. XD
But I'll just live my beautiful life that is looking great right now and if he ever shows up. I'm just gonna shut the door.
Originally posted by OnenessWhat, did you finally get the computer into a stalemate?
I stayed up for three days straight, found a way to hack into a poorly written message board.Played Chess a lil' while this morning - it's scary how fast I improve. How much I see.
You 'bout to explode nigga, straight to the top for you huh
they do basket case doped