while you were out stuffing your faces, i was on a mission. iwas out trying to ruin the holiday in which you freaks hold so dear. if the bible condemns the seven deadly sins then why is it alright to show of your greed by having a feast which welcomes to gluttons to dine without god frowning upon this pegan activity.

after i torched a couple of stolen tyson turkeys, i ran into an old friend. i was so excited to have a possible accomplis in my evenings mayhem that i didnt realize that, one: he didnt remember me at all, two: he looked like he didnt shower in days, three: there was a constant clanck of poket change around us. then i dawned on me that he was homeless. with that i gave him 15 bucks and made a run for it.

i am a poser. how can i turn my back on someone that way.
we set the football equipment shed on fire the year before, and over turned the dean's volvo after we got off suspention. we were brothers a heart. and i turned my back on him. so i slashed every tire in that supermarket parking lot, well almost every one, we have to eat, right?