A/N: I don't know where this came from or where it's going...if it's going
anywhere at all.
We all have voices in our heads. Sheldon Jeffrey Sands' voice doesn't like him much.
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Things just don't seem to go your way do they? It isn't asking much, really, for something you come up with *not* to go tits up from the beginning. But that's life isn't it? Nobody gets what they want *all* the time. Think about it! Sure, you lost your eyes and your remaining shred of sanity. But there's no need to whine. Honestly, it's embarrassing, you sound like a little girl who lost her favourite dolly. "Mommy mommy!" Jesus, Sheldon, get a fucking grip you whiny turd.
"See anything you like?"
Did you *really* have to shoot the bitch? She was hot! I understand you felt you need to seek revenge etc. But couldn't you have not just punched her or some shit? I mean, I know that you can't exactly *tell*she is hot any more but at least you'd be getting some rather than sitting in a shit hole of a motel wondering where God gets off screwing you over.
You're such a fuck up. But for fucks sake. Don't cry about it. Just take a deep breath and walk out of here. Remember, it's ten paces from the bed to the door and you know that kid is at your beck and call. He fucking *worships* you. He'll be waiting outside ready to help. Things won't be so bad if you just fucking try.
Oh wait! You feel stupid don't you? What good is a C.I.A agent with no fucking eyes? HA! He's not! That's what! But, if you move your ass then you might be able to get some more of that revenge you like so much. Those ass holes are just *waiting* for someone to shoot them in the head. And who would they expect? I'm sure it wouldn't be the blind gun fighter they're all positive they butt fucked when they removed his eyes.
Go on! Have some fun!"
Sheldon Jeffrey Sands stood, took ten paces to the door and opened it. The sound of a little boy's bike bell ringing sounded. Revenge, he thought idly, is fucking sweet.
We all have voices in our heads. Sheldon Jeffrey Sands' voice doesn't like him much.
***
Things just don't seem to go your way do they? It isn't asking much, really, for something you come up with *not* to go tits up from the beginning. But that's life isn't it? Nobody gets what they want *all* the time. Think about it! Sure, you lost your eyes and your remaining shred of sanity. But there's no need to whine. Honestly, it's embarrassing, you sound like a little girl who lost her favourite dolly. "Mommy mommy!" Jesus, Sheldon, get a fucking grip you whiny turd.
"See anything you like?"
Did you *really* have to shoot the bitch? She was hot! I understand you felt you need to seek revenge etc. But couldn't you have not just punched her or some shit? I mean, I know that you can't exactly *tell*she is hot any more but at least you'd be getting some rather than sitting in a shit hole of a motel wondering where God gets off screwing you over.
You're such a fuck up. But for fucks sake. Don't cry about it. Just take a deep breath and walk out of here. Remember, it's ten paces from the bed to the door and you know that kid is at your beck and call. He fucking *worships* you. He'll be waiting outside ready to help. Things won't be so bad if you just fucking try.
Oh wait! You feel stupid don't you? What good is a C.I.A agent with no fucking eyes? HA! He's not! That's what! But, if you move your ass then you might be able to get some more of that revenge you like so much. Those ass holes are just *waiting* for someone to shoot them in the head. And who would they expect? I'm sure it wouldn't be the blind gun fighter they're all positive they butt fucked when they removed his eyes.
Go on! Have some fun!"
Sheldon Jeffrey Sands stood, took ten paces to the door and opened it. The sound of a little boy's bike bell ringing sounded. Revenge, he thought idly, is fucking sweet.