Fabioisonfire
total a-hole
What I am about to say is going to sound nothing like me. Nothing.
But, here it is: I actually am reading a good book. I love it. 'The Last Domino', by Adam Meyer. It's about a troubled kid who commits this horrible school shooting, all fiction. But it's all absolutely amazing. The way it's written is just.. wow. It goes by '# days to go', meaning, that many amount of hours until Travis Ellroy kills his parents, and then goes into his school armed with a gun. Here is some of it (From da back of da book.):
"You're holding it wrong," Daniel said, readjusting the gun so that is was flush against my palm. "All you do is look down the sight and get this little bump on the tip of the gun to line up between these bumps in back." I stared down the barrel, trying to arrange the three little nubs one in front of the other, but they kept jumping around. My forearm was sore from the weight of the gun and the blood throbbed in my ears. I tried to focus on a root beer can, but it seemed a million miles away. You can do it Trav-oh. Come on, come on. The trigger was like an icicle against my finger. I don't need to do this, I told myself, but I glanced over at Daniel and knew that I did. I thought again of going out in the woods with Richie and my father, wishing I was one with the rifle. Wham, bam, just go. Just do it. Fine, I thought, just once, and brought my finger against the trigger ever so slightly, and then a little more. BOOM! It was as thought two lions had stood on either side of me and roared as one while a kung fu expert jump-kicked my arms. Adrenaline swirled in my veins and the ringing in my ears went on and on. Daniel said something, but I couldn't hear at first. "What?" I shouted. "I said, you looked like a natural."
But, here it is: I actually am reading a good book. I love it. 'The Last Domino', by Adam Meyer. It's about a troubled kid who commits this horrible school shooting, all fiction. But it's all absolutely amazing. The way it's written is just.. wow. It goes by '# days to go', meaning, that many amount of hours until Travis Ellroy kills his parents, and then goes into his school armed with a gun. Here is some of it (From da back of da book.):
"You're holding it wrong," Daniel said, readjusting the gun so that is was flush against my palm. "All you do is look down the sight and get this little bump on the tip of the gun to line up between these bumps in back." I stared down the barrel, trying to arrange the three little nubs one in front of the other, but they kept jumping around. My forearm was sore from the weight of the gun and the blood throbbed in my ears. I tried to focus on a root beer can, but it seemed a million miles away. You can do it Trav-oh. Come on, come on. The trigger was like an icicle against my finger. I don't need to do this, I told myself, but I glanced over at Daniel and knew that I did. I thought again of going out in the woods with Richie and my father, wishing I was one with the rifle. Wham, bam, just go. Just do it. Fine, I thought, just once, and brought my finger against the trigger ever so slightly, and then a little more. BOOM! It was as thought two lions had stood on either side of me and roared as one while a kung fu expert jump-kicked my arms. Adrenaline swirled in my veins and the ringing in my ears went on and on. Daniel said something, but I couldn't hear at first. "What?" I shouted. "I said, you looked like a natural."
