Live, Die, Repeat
Dan sat on the ledge infront of the school, smoking a joint. Why? Because why the hell not? Life was easy for him, and he figured he was 'spruce it up a little' with a hobby. If you could call it a hobby that is. As he sat, he watched all the good-natured kids walk into the school, books in hand and backpacks on their backs. Puney little kids. All of them where shorter than he was, dumber, and slower. Don't mess with the kid who plays football and boxes in his spare time unless your literally asking for a beating. He took a puff of his joint and smiled when a small, black haired kid walked to close to his ledge. He tripped he kid, and chuckled when he fell over, scratching his rosey glasses on the ground. "Watch where your going kid, you could get real hurt walkin' to close to me." He got up from his ledge and walked away, finishing off his joint and throwing it into the bushing. Boy, today was going to be a good day.