Jesus christ that was fucking close. Fucking shitheads at the gun shop almost dropped the whole project. Oh well, thank god I can BS so fucking well. I went and picked up those babies today, so now I got 13 of those niggers. WOOHAH. The stereo is very nice, but having no insurance payments to worry about so I could concentrate on BOMBS would have been better. Oh well, I think I'll have enough. Now I just need to get Vodka another gun.
12/29/98
Months have passed. It's the first Friday night in the final month. Much shit has happened. Vodka has a Tec 9, we test fired all of our babies, we have 6 time clocks ready, 39 crickets, 24 pipe bombs, and the napalm is under construction. Right now I'm trying to get fucked and trying to finish off these time bombs. NBK came quick. Why the fuck cant I get any? I mean, I'm nice and considerate and all that shit, but nooooo. I think I try too hard. but I kinda need to considering NBK is closing in. The amount of dramatic irony and foreshadowing is fucking amazing. Everything I see and I hear I incorporate into NBK somehow. Either bombs, clocks, guns, napalm, killing people, any and everything finds some tie to it. feels like a Goddamn movie sometimes. I wanna try to put some mines and trip bombs around this town too maybe. Get a few extra frags on the scoreboard. I hate you people for leaving me out of so many fun things. And no don't fucking say, "well that's your fault" because it isn't, you people had my phone #, and I asked and all, but no. no no no don't let the weird looking Eric KID come along, ohh fucking nooo.
4/3/99
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