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.