Dear diary,
I ran into a wall today, well no, it wasn't a wall, it was a window. No not really a window but a tree, no not really a tree a leaf, it wasn't really a leaf it was a stick, no not really a stick it was grass. No not grass but dirt OKAY it wasn't a wall, window, tree, leaf, stick, grass or dirt, it was my mother,
In other words:
She shoved me into a wall. Which then collapse into a window which fell on a tree which crunched leaves and landed on a stick which fell on grass which made a dent in dirt?
Lots of love… Wait scratch that
Lots of dirt
Tsunade, 1980
P.S., I really should lay of the Sake… hang on… THIS WAS THE WRONG BOOK! CRAP!
