Well it was a regular day right. Typical situations going on, that would happen at any other concert. People were getting hype to hear Eminem, Lil Jon, Nas, DMX, etc. But out came the Backstreet Boys, claiming that the others couldn’t make it, so instead they would be performing. I was already having a bad day and this would have been by stress-reliever, but noooo, someone in heaven just don’t like me that much. In a blind rage, I grab my friend’s gun, the gun he always has on his left side. In a hot flash I’m being attacked by security and such. People all around me are looking horrified and looking at me like i'm crazy..er. I shifted my eyes over to the stage and saw each and every member of the backstreet boys dead. Kinda proud that I made every target, but then….well basically I’m stuck in prison for a long ass time…longer than the last two times I’ve been here. I told my mother I needed anger management, but noooo….
Well anyway, my last meal would be checker's 3-piece snackpack, my moms chicken, spagetti, brownies, pizza, and apple & oranges and frosted flakes(not together) on the side. Might take a couple of plates though, but oh well, this is my last meal..s
Can I have a sprite with that?
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