Cody Christano: The Life of an American Scum Bucket
You don't want to live anymore. Your rap dreams are crushed, your best friend is murdered by your own hand and thats just today. Every day before it was pain, boredom and hatred for everything that is good. You are a scum bucket and now you need to die for the scum bucket that you will always be. You pick up the empty gun and wait for the sound of sirens to approach the record store.
You walk out of the store into the street as police cars pull up, officers pile out and draw their guns.
"Put down the weapon or we will shoot! PUT IT DOWN NOW!"
You hesitate for a moment, reflecting on your shitty life. You then aim the gun towards one of the officers. They fire upon you, riddling you with bullets. You fall to your knees in pain, then fall over and die. At that moment a pigeons stool lands on your face. A fitting end to the life of a worthless human being.
You go to hell and burn forever.
You walk out of the store into the street as police cars pull up, officers pile out and draw their guns.
"Put down the weapon or we will shoot! PUT IT DOWN NOW!"
You hesitate for a moment, reflecting on your shitty life. You then aim the gun towards one of the officers. They fire upon you, riddling you with bullets. You fall to your knees in pain, then fall over and die. At that moment a pigeons stool lands on your face. A fitting end to the life of a worthless human being.
You go to hell and burn forever.
