Like the damn seasons, time for midterm examinations comes again. And it rolls hard, like it grew up on the streets fist-fighting for its dinner and getting kicked in the head by its dad every day. Then it decided to say fuck that old man, and got the hell out when it was only 16, got some bitch from its junior-high pregnant, and had to start robbing gas stations to stay alive. Then it got busted when a job went bad, did some hard time (maybe folsom prison), and came back on job placement for ex-cons to my town. And right off the bat, we didn't get along. Maybe it was all the diet coke and the late night pizza; they don't have DVR and HBO HD in prison. Needless to say, I'm fucked. And this is a figurative fucked, because even though it went to prison, Midterms will not make me its bitch. Besides, I don't really have a pretty face.
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