Okay,okay, okay, I understand. Arson is a serious crime. It is a no horseplay issue that requires all but the most serious behavior. But my most serious behavior for a most serious crime is not committing said serious crime y'know. And since arson is an issue that requires all but the most serious behavior I have every right to not commit the most serious behavior of obtaining a match and lighter fluid.
Good. Now before you and the rest of the begrudged audience start pointing fingers and calling me an arsonist I would just like to say... I actually find my self quite estranged from the term. Like a student during the last half of second semester.
Completely separated, I am, from the word. It's pretty I'll say that but more than anything it's just Ill fitting to my services. To call me an arsonist is to call Shakespeare a man.
(This is obviously assuming that Shakespeare's manhood and my fire starting behaviors are of equal importance and necessity to our existences. Which they are not)
I am a painter, a singer, a student, a daughter, and by the end of this book most probably a mother.
Just because arsonist is the most catchy and yes scary word that's what everyone wants to identify me by. It's just not fair. Honestly like how could I in all my great humor and charisma be watered down to such a somber, boring, uninspired, petulant ....
No I'm just fucking with you
I'm know I'm batshit crazy, but that's what makes the book feel fun.
YOU ARE READING
Milestones
HumorI'M NOT AMY MILL!!! IDONT LOOK LIKE AMY MILL! I DONT TALK LIKE AMY MILL! I DONT SMELL LIME AMY MILL! IM NOT EVEN AS TALL AS AS AMY MILL!! I AM SOMBODY ELSE
