My Final Story: My First True Meeting with a Complete Coward.

Jason Faircloth is a worthless coward.

There's really nothing more to say about this, but I'm sure there's plenty of people who are wondering "wtf is he talking about?". So as such, let me tell you a story...

( don't read it if you don't want to hear about it... )

The point of the story?

'Silence is the language of death, threats the language of fear and impotence.'

Never in my life have I ever won a fight without throwing a single fist. I'm very proud of myself, and I hope one day he grows up to realize how much mercy I showed him that day.

A small evil part of me wishes I see him again, without witnesses.

Besides, no matter what abuse I heaped on him, the fact that his girlfriend gasps and mutters my name every day without fail will always be a far worse fate.

The End.