Name’s Marty, and I guess I survived. I think. I woke up that mornin feelin like a midget was takin a shit in my ear. Midget shit in the ear, hungover, that was my kinda hungover. Maybe that don’t rhyme or nothing, but I ain’t no poet. That n’ the taste of vomit in the back of my throat made me figure it couldn’t get no worse. Boy oh boy, was I ever wrong. In no time at all, I went from gettin midget shat hungover, to being half-eaten by aliens, to bashin zombie in the head with a bat in a sundress. Shitty. It was plenty shitty. It went from bad to worse, watchin people getting used for part parts, seein everything I loved get ripped up and turned to nothing. Guess it sucks to find out that there’s something smarter than you and it don’t give a single rat fuck about whether you live or die. That’s the way she goes though, when you get buggered.
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