you might be asking what the fuck does the title even mean. let me care to explain.
maybe about sometime in late february, I was so fucking pissed about not being a 10/10 chad, and being a retarded incel with no friends who actually cared. so what did i do with this? pretty much, I said "fuck it" to the world, and wanted to become as much of a menace as possible to get back at the world that treated me like shit.
maybe sometime on a sunday, I went to my local marshalls to buy some polarized aviators, some adidas running shoes, and a adidas cap.
with these minor accessories, and some parachute track pants, and a track top produced some shitty watch dogs 2 "parkour" ready outfit that allows you to run long distances in a short amount of time without being too fatigued.
I started out with some minor offenses, like interrupting live, outside news broadcast by saying obscene shit, then running. acting like an edgelord by either not talking when store employees addressed me, or saying the following: "what the fuck does it look like i'm doing." or, "fucking, OBVIOUSLY?" when said employees tried asking me a question.
later on, I went in front of cameras, and popped the middle finger during when a guard would be on camera duty. i also fucked with voice intercoms, yelling random, obscene bullshit into them. got chased once for doing it, but ultimately got away
on my final days of this phase, I not only preformed petty thefts (stole newspapers off some houses, stole plastic air caps off of nice cars) but engaged in SICK parkour via climbing on a 5 meter tall building from an already climbable ledge, and being too much of a pussy to stay on it for more then 12 seconds.
god i fucking hate myself.
maybe about sometime in late february, I was so fucking pissed about not being a 10/10 chad, and being a retarded incel with no friends who actually cared. so what did i do with this? pretty much, I said "fuck it" to the world, and wanted to become as much of a menace as possible to get back at the world that treated me like shit.
maybe sometime on a sunday, I went to my local marshalls to buy some polarized aviators, some adidas running shoes, and a adidas cap.
with these minor accessories, and some parachute track pants, and a track top produced some shitty watch dogs 2 "parkour" ready outfit that allows you to run long distances in a short amount of time without being too fatigued.
I started out with some minor offenses, like interrupting live, outside news broadcast by saying obscene shit, then running. acting like an edgelord by either not talking when store employees addressed me, or saying the following: "what the fuck does it look like i'm doing." or, "fucking, OBVIOUSLY?" when said employees tried asking me a question.
later on, I went in front of cameras, and popped the middle finger during when a guard would be on camera duty. i also fucked with voice intercoms, yelling random, obscene bullshit into them. got chased once for doing it, but ultimately got away
on my final days of this phase, I not only preformed petty thefts (stole newspapers off some houses, stole plastic air caps off of nice cars) but engaged in SICK parkour via climbing on a 5 meter tall building from an already climbable ledge, and being too much of a pussy to stay on it for more then 12 seconds.
god i fucking hate myself.
