My Forbidden Diary (Day 3)

Little Fat Fucker woke me up early this morning. The sun wasn’t even up yet and the jerk was screaming at me to get the hell out of my bedroll. He kept hollering at me until I managed to get dressed and pack up my roll. This wasn’t fast enough for him and he dumped all my gear and clothes onto the ground. To piss me off even more he kicked my stuff all over the place.

Instead of packing it up in under 3 minutes or less I sat down on one of the rocks and told Little Fat Fucker to go fuck himself. He started screaming and yelling some more. Oh god.. i wanted to kick him in the face so damn much. I almost did but out of the corner of my eye I could see Rancid Cocksucker sort of hovering in the background. Rather than pack up my gear I just sat there on that rock and ignored all the yelling and screaming.

It wasn’t to long before Little Fat fucker grabbed me by the arm and pulled me off the rock. he started screaming that no damn kid was going to sit on one of his rocks and refuse. I sat down on my sleeping bag instead. Rancid Cocksucker ran over and pulled it out from under me. With these to people hovering over me it didn’t take a lot for me to figure out they were trying to get me angry.

It worked to.