If you read this, you’re aware that my throat was compromised by a cruel and vile son of a bitch posing as my friend. But today, I have devised a plan that will reward me with PAYBACK.
You see, I found out young Christopher loves the General Tso’s chicken of a certain Chinese restaurant around here. That chicken is brown. What is also brown? Ex-Lax. You follow me?
He doesn’t read my blog, so I’m not messing it up. For now, I know what I’m going to do.
You fuck with Dane, you have to die. All there is to it.