One time was more than enough. No one, and I mean no one, ever thought of trying again after making it out alive. Why tempt fate again? Some obstacles are just meant to stand in your way. There to stand against the test of time. Never to be toppled.
They said I was crazy to go back.
“Man, you so crazy.”
“I don’t care. I have nothing else to lose. My friends and family, they all left. Didn’t believe in me the first time I had my go at it. Why start now, right? Well, fuck ‘em for doubting me. I don’t need friends. My left hand is the only friend I’ll ever need.”
This time I would be prepared. There wasn’t anything or anybody that was gonna stand in my way. Worrying is for mothers and wives. Wives that like it soft and cuddly, like the pillows they bite down on when I’m hitting it from behind. I’m not in the business of soft and cuddly. I like it raw. Pink on the inside- just like my women.
“It’s a suicide mission! You barely made it out alive the first time. What makes you think you’re gonna do any better this time out?”
I don’t know. You can call it blind faith. You can call it brazen audacity. Or you can call it just plain stupidity. Whatever it was that was driving me, it’s what almost killed me my first time out. But back then, I was being reckless. I had a trusted guide directing me but I went with my instincts which would prove to be my eventual downfall. I was too boastful… Too foolhardy… Too young…
Now would be my time. I’d look failure in the face one more time and tell her to get on her knees. No way was I going down this time. If you want to doubt me, go ahead. Just pray I don’t make it out alive. Because I promise I’ll throw up all over you. I’m fuckin’ ready to die!