So close to me, different interstate. These are the kind of people I was talking about: so you don't value your life but there are hundreds of other people on these roads: parents, grandparents, nieces, nephews, brothers, sisters, husbands, wives, children. Selfish motherfucker threw a shit fit and OH BOY it's a miracle he's still alive. What the miracle is is that he didn't hurt or kill anyone else. HIS prognosis means very little to me.
Harsh? Yes, but my gawd how fucked up you gotta be to pull a stunt like that. Pimple on society's ass, as far as I can tell.
So no, Mrs Eden-Shingleton, I won't be praying for your son. He could have killed me, he could have killed a loved one of mine. I really don't hope he dies, but I'm not supporting the cause in any way, shape, or form.
If he lives in any meaningful way, perhaps he could use his experience to explain to other kids that being a moronic punk-ass angsty teenager with a death wish isn't really all that cool. Even less than cool, it could have turned into murderous. Go cry on your snot rag and leave the rest of the world out of it. kthxbai
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