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Imagine hating Black Friday. Imagine hearing:
“Remember us in high school? The quarterback and the cheer captain. We were insatiable. When you shipped out, I thought I'd wait for you, then I met Stanley. At first he was so cool, he bought us booze and cigarettes. He had a car and his own apartment. We were kinda going together for about five months when I'm at the lake with some my friends. I'm flirting with some guy, you know, a little buzzed. Then Stanley's car comes driving onto the beach and he grabs this poor boy and just beats the shit out of him. Then he tells me to get in. After that, I didn't go to anymore parties. Stanley was a bad, bad man. People think he left me for some woman in Clivesdale. But that's not the truth. Last year, when your wife passed, I was thinking of going to the funeral. Stanley said he'd rather see me dead than hanging around Tom Houston again. Something about that woke something up inside of me. Because when we went our separate ways, it was fine because it was us, but who was he to keep us apart? So that night, I fought back. He chased me out of the house and into the woods. He was the one who brought the knife. It's funny, Stanley's the one that made me go to nursing school. That's why I knew where his femoral artery was. Not sure if I hit it, but I left him out there. Maybe he crawled somewhere for help, maybe he died in those woods. You say you killed your family? I hope I killed mine. So, Tom, you've got to forgive yourself. 'Cause if you don't, how's anyone ever gonna forgive me?”
And then just…moving on with your day. COULDN’T BE ME.