Superman...

I'm writing this with a splitting headache and Al and Molly is with me. My whole body is shaking violently as if I'm going to split apart right from the centre. Even my intestines are cramping up to join in the fun. My body is in a wreck because my mind is too.

I need to realise I'm no superhero. I'm not Superman. I always try to do so many things at one time. My feet refuses to stay on the ground. I'm only Clark Kent or Peter Parker. No matter how I try, I cannot be at more than one place at one time. This fact just doesn't seem to sink into, that stubborn piece of biological grey mash I call, my brain. If I can't even do one simple thing right, who the fuck am I to even try and accomplish more. I wish I can be like Tyler Durden beating the crap out of Jack whateverhislastnamewas. "Kaninabeichaocheebye lah William. Fucking pay attention can or not? One fine day you'll end up putting your gongcheebye tao underneath a cheebye tank and get us both fucking killed."

So William, trying too hard to be Mr Nice guy and being the most blur motherfucker of all time, gets his wimpy butt kicked in so hard by Xed, his brain will have problems which end is the rear.... Xed steps on Will's chest and spits into his sorryass face.