I’M ON FIRE TODAY, BRO. GOT A SICK PUMP ON THE DECLINE BENCH, GAVE THE HOTTIE AT JAMBA JUICE MY NUMBER, AND TOMMY AND VINCE ARE ON THEIR WAY OVER WITH SOME BREWSKIS.
WE’RE GOING DOWNTOWN TONIGHT, YOU HEARD? GONNA FIND THE MOST BANGIN’ CLUB WITH THE HOTTEST BABES AND BEAT THAT BEAT BACK, BRO. GONNA DANCE ‘TIL WE DROP.
LIFE’S SIIIIIIIICK. FOR REALSIES.
Add a sad elephant to this, and the result is exactly my story, the one published already and the one the other magazine wants to publish again, because it’s “perfect” for them. I’m going to try to sell them on a new one, but in any case, something with my name on it is getting printed, on paper, and if it’s this again, so be it.