Not that he was evil by any means. But he'd make a good comic book origin story if he did say so himself. Son of no one. Cursed and hated by his own kind. A real f*****g comic book villain indeed. It would be funny if it wasn't so f*****g sad.
Shit. This melancholy bullshit needed to stop already. Bowie had no patience for wallowing in self-pity. f**k that s**t. Christmas always did bring out the worst in him. He needed to get laid and drunk. Not necessarily in that order.
That particular train of thought only solidified his decision to head to Bar None soon. Very soon. It was definitely time to see the always down-to-f**k Sheila.
A night of sweaty no strings s*x was just what his Polar Bear needed. His animal growled a little and Bowie shook his head. f*****g Bear was not happy with
