Well folks, here I go again. I was quietly and happily walking through my garden, and suddenly I was startled by the presence of this evil creature. This vile, bloodsucking motherfucker. They, as a species, don’t do that, but particularly, this one here, does it just to bother me. His name is Ismael The Bee. Ismael The Fucker, I call him.
He just won’t let me be. And I don’t know why.
You know that I’m an interstellar traveler, and I’ve been in a lot of places. Maybe I bothered him in one of the planets I’ve been, I just don’t know. He just scares the fuck out of me everytime he can. And he knows, somehow, that I’m completely scared of bees. I can fight against monsters twice my size, but no, a bee, a bee makes me pee myself. Incredible.
So yeah, this fucker started showing me his mooscles, as I call them, and I couldn’t do anything more than run like crazy.
I talked this in therapy, and I told my therapist -Next time I see that fucker, I’ll punch him with all my might-, oh man, I was so confident back then. False confidence. That’s a little bit sad.
But it’s who I am. Love me or hate me. It you choose the second one, behold, I will obliterate your entire existence into oblivion, along with that scary motherfucker.