>be me
>12
>walking around with my fatass friend
>we go to our little hiding spot
>its in one of those things where they keep a bunch of corn
>walk in
>old drunk guy in our hiding spot
>he has a bottle of whiskey in his hand
>he starts speaking
>can't understand shit
>at this point there's probably more whiskey in his body than blood
>one empty bottle of whiskey on the ground
>the one he's holding is about 3/4 full
>I run
>fatty comes soon after
>I come back alone 3 days later
>the bottle of whiskey is still there
>there's a pack of pall malls too
and that's how I ruined my fucking life
He was you from the future trying to tell you not to be such a fucking failure
>>35282448
>Drinking a hobos hooch and stealing his smokes
You are the all American piece of shit this morning.