Cowboy Up

So I know what I want to do with my life... and it's dangerous. Any time I do this there is a strong chance of death. I just know one thing... I want to be inducted into the Pro Rodeo Hall of Fame.

No one thinks I can do it. "You're not fit to be a bull rider!" "You can't do it!"

I can prove them all wrong.

I watched the movie 8 Seconds and it made me realize how much fun there would be in that sport. How it would be great to do something where my chance of death increases tenfold.

Also, as dad would phrase this (Thanks Dad!), The Psycho Fucking Cunt, or PFC as mother refers to her as. Has started up her shit again. Oh well, if she thinks she has to lie to get at me for something I haven't done, then so be it. To quote a Weird Al song "I'll be laughing my head off, when she's burning in hell!"

Anyways, friends aren't leaving me, but because they want to make her happy, they leave me behind. Even Andy. Fuck them all. I don't give a shit anymore. I already broke one promise. What's the loss of my friends? Nothing to me.

Cowboy Up.