When you die, everything shuts down, and you fall into a pit that you can't quite see out of. That is, until youre resurrected by a fucking witch coven for some kind of marriage to Satan. Or whatever the fuck. And by saying such, the entire story is told. I am nothing but a dead human walking. I did nothing special, I certainly didnt do anything good. I sold weed around Chicago. I stayed up watching TMZ. I drank monster and redbull just to wake the fuck up. I wasn't special. I'm still not. Here's how it went down.
