You ready? You ready for some shit to crash right into your fucking face? You ready to eat your own fucking thoughts? Are ready for life to kick you in the gut and laugh while you fall to the ground breathless, clutching your stomach as if it was your reality? Steel yourself punk, because that life thing that just fucked you up? It’s your fault. This shit ain’t easy. It’s ugly. It’s fucking hard…and you’re going to be wrong. A lot. Go ahead…try. It’s going to hurt. Good luck.
