It's 2:30 in the morning. Why are you up?
It's my pleasure. The world is a pretty messed up place if you look around. I'm hoping it gets better, but I'm not holding my breath.
I just got back from blazin it up at a friend's house before muggin an innocent white girl on the way back to mine and still had it in me to throw a couple of stones through windows of people living in my halls and I thought I'd come and prove how bad black people are compared to white people by testifying my own actions.