I started walking back to the goddam school. It seems like I'm always walking some damn place. I'd like to just sit for awhile, but I didn't feel like it. You have to feel like sitting if you're damn serious about it.

I was walking back to my dorm to check in on that bastard, Falco, when all of a sudden some damn jerk starts shouting at me. His name was Bill or something – I don't even remember– He's a god damn dog. Anyway, he starts yelling at me, and I just ask what the hell was up.

"You know damn well what's damn well up!" he shouted. He was turning purple. God, I hate purple. "You owe me fifty goddam dollars for that goddam motorbike you bought off me the other damn day!" I always owe him money. I hate his guts, the bastard.

"Calm the fuck down, bitch. You'll get your damn money." I said.

"NOW, DAMN IT!" He shouted, stamping his foot. "Everyone's mean to me! Even my goddam boss. He thinks he's a lot damn better then me. Just because he can afford damn white pants. All I got are these damn sweatpants. You know how that makes me damn well feel when he comes in wearing those goddam white pants of his? Like a bastard! Like a goddam bastard, that's what! Jesus Christ!"

"Stop feeling sorry for yourself. Buy yourself some white pants then, for chrissake." I said, trying to end the conversation as soon as possible. Then I noticed he was crying.

That was the last damn straw. Normally, I don't like to fight. I'm a pacifist, if you must know. But this mother fucker was really starting to fucking annoy me. So I round-house kicked him in the nards. He dropped down on his knees, gasping for breath. I shoved my foot up his ass, and kicked his balls right off from the inside.

Then I turned and got the hell outta there for chrissake. The bastard was bawling his goddam head off, and I didn't wanna be around when they found the bitch.

I got back to my goddam dorm room and Falco was in there, holding a pack of ice on his ballsack. The bastard.

"I had to get four stitches on my goddam balls." He whined. "You kicked them so goddam hard."

"Shut the fuck up." I said. I didn't wanna hear the bitch whine. I really didn't. Then I got this goddam feeling. I think it's called like uh.. Déjà vu or some shit. Then I got this goddam feeling. I think it's called like uh.. Déjà vu or some shit.

Anyway, I felt like I'd been in the room before, and do you know why? Because I fucking had. It was my goddam dorm room, for chrissake.

Then this mother fucker named Wolf came barging in my goddam room. He looked really damn pissed. He picked me up and threw me against the wall. I swear to god, my back damn near busted. Then he stormed out of the goddam room.

"What the fucking shit was that all about?" Falco wanted to know.

"Nothing.." I grumbled. "None of your damn business." The truth is, Wolf O'Donnel is a real faggy bitch. He beats the hell outta me day and night. He's a goddam bully. I guess that best describes him. Though I hate to use the word "bully". Sounds so damn kiddy. Words with a "y" on the end of them generally do. I'm not even kidding.

Then the goddam bell rang, summoning us for dinner. I shit my pants right there. I felt that if I had any shit in my ass, I'd better get it the hell out BEFORE dinner, and by God I did.

Falco got up so he could go to dinner, but well he was walking towards the damn door, I pouned on him. Just for the hell of it. I started beating the living shit out of him. I really did.