There was only 1 minute left in the soccer

There was only 1 minute left in the soccer game. The scores were tied, and i had to score the goal, and
i kicked the ball as hard as i could. It would flew across the field and
was blocked by the other team
-sters. They'd imported them from Jersey. A group of touch customers with scars, bad pasts and finely-honed envy. They blocked it. They blocked it big time. Gummed it up good.
Which is really the main reason I hate Jersey. Not New Jersey, they tend to stick to their GTL, or whatever, but Jersey; they have way too much gum, and
they always talk in this really weird, biased way. I don't know what it is about them specifically, I just hate Jersey people. I saw one the other day, and it took all I had to
stop myself from seeing the bad in them. My new year's resolution was to see the good in people, and let go of grudges. If I was ever going to move forward in my life,
it had stop now. The negative vibes tore at my core and tried to pull me back. Jan 2nd, how many days does it take to form a habit? I'll never make it to February! My best
shot was trying to make my money last til then. If i couldn't stop being a junkie at least i'd go out in style, with a needle in my arm and the good drug coursing through my veins
and damn the people who wanted my loyalty. Oh god. What a good hit. Huagulahglaghaggl. I taste flesh. BRzlslsp. I woke up in a hospice, a doctor prognosticating my certain death.

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