Theodore
Who the f**k told him?
Did Gilda snitch on me?
What a b***h!
As I ride to work, I have my teeth clenched so hard that I fear I will break them.
When I got Helades’ text, the temptation was big to go as my good old stinky self and give him the full pleasure of my drunkard being.
Because f**k him.
And f**k these f*****g morons.
As my blood is pumping faster through my veins than it probably should and fury is burning along my nerves, my temperament is top-notch, and because of the adrenaline rush, I dodged a few road rage accidents just by pure chance.
But it didn’t bother me.
My body felt like it needed the thrill of it.
Something I have never felt.
Just something else to add to the list that doesn’t feel like me.
I rip my helmet off my head, stomping int
