This story dates back to when i was 3. my oldest brother signed up to join the army. i was psyched to see my brother be a hero, to fight for a land always free, to see how much pride and honor that it would bring.i looked him in the eye and said hey bro try not to die, do what it takes to survive, i said come home uninjured, come home safe, he said hey little bro, Be Brave. about 6 years later i see him again, he's safe and i make fun of his head, used to seeing shaggy hair, but atop his head heheh, nothings there. but now im done with being mysterious it's time to get serious. i said bubba im glad your home i can't wait for you to show me what you know. yeah bro i've been trained with a little mma. you don't know that though, here you are trying to fight me, back the hell off before i explode with lightning! i can't stand being your punching bag anymore! just wait till i swing back and knock your ass on the floor! you judge me weak by my outer side. all you've been doing is telling yourself a lie! i keep to myself pretend i'm weak. i'm getting sick of your shit. i feel like beating you down! but you'll get yours it'll come back around. but here you are, still trying to fight me! bitch better back off before i explode with lightning! i'm Here, fourteen, training to be a u.s. marine! your out their, bullying kids and failing class, am i going to have to be the one who kicks your ass? when your in a tight spot and you need someone to help you out there, Call someone who actually Fucking cares!
