So you want to be a writing superstar?
Big house, five cars?
Well, I don't have five cars. I don't even have one. Which needs to change, soon. I might be going back to Pantai Hillpark. Or maybe some haunts familiar to me. And I need to get me a fucking Mitsubishi Pajero.
A Goddamn gas guzzler. It's either that or an Autobot. Or a Stunticon.
And then I'm gonna put some grills in the front, with foot-long spikes. But naaah. I drive like a girl. That's why I need to overcompensate with the manliest car ever.
It's four minutes after three. I'm done. Now to go back to my place and sleep.
I did most of the work I'm supposed to do. Be sending it out tomorrow.