So, firstly, last night, I went out and watched the football - Wales vs Belgium - And got absolutely hammered. I shambled home, in the middle of the night, and tried to sleep. I failed, miserably. I've sat up all night, watching films and feeling terrible, when I get a phonecall. Which leads on to my second point...
I was supposed to have a driving lesson - My first, woohoo - Tomorrow. But, it's been rescheduled to today; which I only found out about an hour ago. So, I've sobered up a tad, got some food down my gullet, and am right now shitting myself, because I'm sure I will fuck this up. Worse, still, is the fact that my instructor is my uncle - Which is good, in the essence that I get a discount, but awful in the fact that whatever I do wrong, my family are bound to hear about it.
Just fucking great.
Nyctophobia- Fear of the Dark Angel.
"No one ever spoke about of those two absent brothers. Their separate tragedies had seemed like aberrations. Had they, in fact, been warnings that no one had heeded?"
'Killing a man is like fucking, boy, only instead of giving life you take it. You experience the ecstasy of penetration as your warhead enters the enemy's belly and the shaft follows. You see the whites of his eyes roll inside the sockets of his helmet. You feel his knees give way beneath him and the weight of his faltering flesh draw down the point of your spear. Are you picturing this?'
'Is your dick hard yet?'
''What? You've got your spear in a man's guts and your dog isn't stiff? What are you, a woman?'