2 Hours with a Gay Man, Part 3

Ch. 5: Chaos
Split is the mind of a man who is always the same person. To be one with ones-self, one must be one with ones selves, or won with 1 self. Either way, there is truly no way to accomplish but one thing.

Speaking of course of John Wilkes Boothe, it is notable to recall many an instance of the subtle combination of actors and guns. Perhaps at another time of such a drab matter, for now, you have just realized that this is the only chapter which makes sense grammatically, yet makes the least sense spiritually.

Ch. 6: The time Will came
In reading this title, you may have coming to the conclusion that this is a story about a young man ejaculating, yelling, in a bathroom. Wrong, as usual.

We hadn't seen Logan in a while, understandable so, since he attended that slaughterhouse of a school in the X----- District. Callahan had always a pronounced sense of humor, only now would I feel it all over my face.

"AH! YOU SON OF A BITCH!" I yelled (Ejaculated). "IF I CAN'T SEE AFTER THIS!" "HAHAHA! SORRY MAN! You Okay?" Logan replied, "Yeah, I guess so, but you suck! Right in my face as I walk in? Really?". "Seemed the thing to do at the time." he shrugged.

This would be the first, yet not the last, time I had ever been shot in the face with a confetti gun. Almost as life changing an experience as using a real gun.

Ch. 7: I am the Son of Ajax
War is just a stalemate between Peace and Death, much like Life is the tie between Death and... well, Death.

I happen to have know a thing or two on the subject. It exists, and it might not someday. See, two things was always better than one.

The common saying is, "Give a man a fire, and he'll be warm for a day. Light a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life." I have think that the most selfless thing would be to in fact light one's self on fire, so one might warm the homeless.

Pain is the realization of animation.

Logic has being dead, it always will been. Through death, it can never be again, but through death, one is proven to have been alive.

Ch 8. Longitudinal Sadness
Lancaster. The barn capital of the world.

Ch 9. Let Me Agreed With You
Stories will been for the weak minded. This has says something about all of our characters, being our lives just another story in an ever expanding tome. But one must ask the question, if our lives are been tales, then who's to say mine are wrong. Quizical questions are indeed the answer, just as a light the solution to darkness.