How to Fuck a Life

Chapter 3
Truth is a fucking beautiful thing

Game over. There was no fair-play.

The anatomy of a li(f)e. I got you, liars!

Grey was the area, white was the lie.

I asked you what I already knew. My only doubt is that you doubted my knowledge. My honesty was undeniable.

Why did you fuck up even more what was already fucked up? F you, you should have puzzled it off to a T beforehand or you should have turned it off and call it quits. That was what I begged for [and I am sure I made it clear from the very beginning].

You found me? No, you don't.

I just imagined running into God / standing on a street corner like Bruce Springsteen / smoking a cigarette, and I'd have it out with Him.