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 |  Subject: High As Fuck Diary #1  Sat May 07, 2011 7:43 pm | |
| Brandon Macdonald Diary
Entry #1
January 12th, 1998
Alright, so I decided to buy a sort of diary thing, to keep track of my memories. But it's going to be a bit different than most people's diaries. I'm only going to write it when I'm fucked out of my mind. Or when I can remember a fucked up experience. That way I'll always remember what I did that night, and I'll always have some good memories. I'm going out tonight, and I'm bringing this book. So I'll probably write my first entry in it today.
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K, so here goes. I'm currently in a jail cell. I think. There's bars and shit around me. A few people are here. I don't know what to do. I'm tired as fuck. I drank about fifteen beers tonight. I also took some Xanax. I think. I can't remember really. But I don't feel anything. I'm pretty calm, which is kinda surprising. There's some guy near me, piece of shit guy. He looks like shit, like, forty years old, dark eyes, skinny as fuck. I think he's a heroin addict, he's got some needle marks on his arm I think. He's probably withdrawing right now, that's why he's so fucked. But he keeps yelling at me, laughing at me cuz I'm writing in a book. What the fuck else am I supposed to do in a jail cell? He's throwing himself at the bars, trying to get out. He's giving me dirty looks, cuz I'm watching him. I don't know what's going on in his brain, but I'm sure this seems like a good idea to him.
I've always wondered what it would be like to use heroin. I've heard good things, and I've heard shitty things. I don't think I'd ever want to be an addict. Like, I don't want to end up like this guy, sitting in a jail cell, throwing myself at bars because I haven't shot up in the last two hours. I don't wanna be that guy. But I'd love to shoot up once or twice. I think I will eventually. I'll give it a bit, I don't know if I want that hardcore-ness yet. Or what Anna will think of me if I do.
I don't even know where Anna is, come to think of it. She was with me when the night started. I don't know if she took any shit or not. She was drinking, but so was everyone. After the cops came, everything around me was mostly a blur. I ran through some park behind the house. I didn't want to go to jail. I felt like I was running a thousand miles an hour. But I ran straight into a car, and the cops cuffed me and brought me to the station. This shit sucks. Hopefully I'll only have to pay a fine or some shit. I don't know. I'm still calm as shit about this. It's like I can't even get worried at all. This guy is still yelling at me. I don't know what hes saying, he's blurring on me too. I don't care what he says though, because I could take him. I feel pretty fucking invincible right now. I don't think there is anything that could hurt me, at all. And if it did, I won't even care.
My friend James just got brought in to the cell with me. He was pissed the fuck off, started yelling at the cop and shit. He's still yelling. Now the cop is beating him down with his baton. The heroin guy is screaming, trying to fight the cop. Some other cops are coming in now, trying to sort out everything. I'm sitting here, writing my diary. James looks unconscious now, hurt pretty badly. But why would I care? He's not me, besides, if I wanted to, I could destroy all of these cops. I'm like fucking Superman. And these fuckers ain't kryptonite. But they aren't bothering me, so why the fuck should I go help my friend? Stupid thought.
Some cop just talked to me. I literally have no idea what he said. I didn't care to begin with, but I was too busy looking at his face. He had one of those tough guy mustaches, like he was trying to be tough or some shit. Who the fuck did he think he was? Piece of shit cops that think they're so fucking tough. Put a cop in a fight with me and I'd kick his ass. Fuck, put ten cops in a fight with me and I'd kick their ass. They're just pretend wannabe fuck tough guys. They can't do shit when they get someone who actually can fight back. Motherfuckers like that piss me off. I just want to knock their fucking heads in.
I think this was a pretty fun night. The party was good, some music, lots of drinking, drugs, all that good shit. Anna had fun, as far as I know. I don't know where Anna is. She probably went home, cuz she couldn't find me. She wouldn't keep partying without me, fuck, nobody would. I'm the fucking shit, why the fuck would you do anything without me? Fucking stupid. Anna and my relationship is getting stronger I feel. We're always together, and she doesn't mind anything that I do. And I don't care what she does. Like, obviously we fuck a lot, which is awesome, because she's hot as fuck, and really fucks good. But like, I thought I might get upset cuz I could only fuck one girl, and not try others out. But I'm really not, like, I'm fine with just bangin Anna. We try to switch it up frequently, like, different positions and different cool-ass places and stuff. Fucked her in the school locker room the other day. Some of her friends walked in, and basically just changed while we fucked. Like, I'm not gonna stop just cuz some bitches walk in and see us. Like I give a shit if they see us, it's even cooler. But yeah, we do shit like that, and it helps us get over the fact that we're only fucking each other. I don't think she cares either, cuz I'm pretty good, plus she says I have a huge cock. So that's a positive right there.
Fuck, now I'm alone in this god damn cell. Someone just threw me a blanket. I feel like stealing something, but I can't, cuz I'm fucking locked behind damn bars. What the fuck? What the fuck did I do to get put back here? Piece of shit cops, hatin on me cuz I'm awesome as shit. What the fuck do they know anyways. Whatever. I'm over it. Fucking shit. I'm going to sleep. Hopefully these motherfuckers will let me go in the damn morning. If not, I'm gonna fucking go nuts on them, break their god fucking damn necks. Anyways, I'm out. This was actually pretty cool. Got all my thoughts down. Night diary.
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Brandon: "Wow, I remember that night"Anna: "Do you really?"Brandon: "Well like, I remember reading that the next morning. Because I had no memory of that night itself. I couldn't even remember writing in the diary."Anna: "Yeah, well, unlike you, I remember that night"Brandon: "Obviously you didn't drink as much as me. Or take any Xanax"Anna: "No, I just drank a lot. No Xanax for me"Brandon: "You ended up taking it once right?"Anna: "It was a couple times, but yeah, I took it"Brandon: "What did you think of it?"Anna: "It was cool. I felt really calm, like, nothing bad was going to happen. And like, things slowed down and stuff"Brandon: "Yeah. I also felt like I was invincible. Like nothing could hurt me at all"Anna: "Must be a guy thing. I was just super calm"Brandon: "Maybe. It was fun though. I think there's more Xanax and Valium stories in here"Anna: "Yeah, probably. I think I remember one night we did it together. And you like, got hit by a car or something. But felt fine"Brandon: "Yeah, I think I remember that too. That was funny"Anna: "We'll have to find it in here somewhere"Brandon: "No kidding. I can't believe I brought this out again. So many funny stories"Anna: "Yeah, there was. We had a lot of fun as high schoolers"Brandon: "Yeah. Did you like how casually I talked about us fucking?"Anna: "Yeah. It was pretty romantic when you said you didn't mind only fucking me. I liked that"Brandon: "I thought it was romantic when we were walked in on in the locker room"Anna: "Yeah. That was so funny. But so awesome too. They never let me live it down"Brandon: "Yeah but so what? You were getting mad action, they weren't. It was obviously just jealousy"Anna: "Oh, it was. They saw you, and they were instantly jealous"Brandon: "Well, I am pretty great."Anna: "Come on. Let's read another."Brandon: "Okay. I think I remember a funny one. Yeah, here it is"----------------------------------------------------
Now, now, I know what you're thinking. What am I doing, I don't have a match this week. I'm supposed to stay out of everything. I have a concussion, I can't do this, I can't do that. But yet, here I am, ready to get involved with at least one match in particular.
Vincent Van Rose. You took it upon yourself to spray paint me with your stupid IIA logo or whatever the fuck it was. Are you fucking stupid? Do you realize who you've just pissed off? I'm the fucking IWF CHampion you moron. I'm not the guy you want to be picking on like that. Because I can and will kick your ass.
You and your IIA think that they can beat the Right Honourable Gentlemen? I laugh at that. Sure, you could probably beat them. But none of you could beat them if I was involved. And you know it to be true. So why piss me off like this Vincent? Are you that fucking stupid? Did you think that I was just going to sit here and do nothing?! I hope not, because then you'd be even more stupid than I thought. Maybe you thought that I'd get revenge on all of you at once, instead of taking you each out like this. If that's what you thought, well, Vincent, you are quite wrong. I'm taking my revenge out on each and every one of you. One person at a time. And I've decided that you're the first one on my list.
So Vincent. Did you have dreams of winning that Briefcase? Did you picture yourself cashing it in, and beating me for the IWF Championship? Did you see yourself in the future, holding that title over your head, while I lay at the ground by your feet, proof of your destruction of me? It's a shame that you won't ever get to see any of that. Because after you attacked me last week, you became my enemy Vincent. The moment you became allies with Corey Casey, you became my enemy. I don't make it easy for my enemies to beat me. And as such, I'm not making it easy for you to win this tournament. In fact, I'm making it damn near impossible, as I'm going to do everything I can to make sure that you lose to Bryant Tanner. And believe me Vincent, when I tell you that you won't win. This is a no-DQ match. I can do whatever I want and get away with it. And I'm going to use that stipulation, to end you. | |
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