on the replay. Va bene!

He knows how to blow things up.

I find this an admirable quality in a man. Damion would rave at me about exhaust pipes and batteries and the neighbor's M3 - the black one with the license plate that said "hers". Yea, sure. He would pace like his green beret father then squat on his desk chair typing in hysteria, pulling up formulas that i saw in 8th grade chemistry when i lit my hand on fire with a pack of matches while trying to light a bunsen burner. If he were there then he would have explained that too.

Gas knows how to blow things up and Gas is a chain smoker. A diagonal line at the pump only means half price to Gas.

My father knows how to blow things up, but he only reacts with one thing and thats the bitch. The bitch doesn't know shit about chemical equations but she knows about physics. She knows that she has three inches of skid room before she hits the wall when thrown from the top step. She knows that shit happens though and i guess you could call that a chemical equation.

I know you can't put foil in the microwave, that magnesium makes bright lights, and that i am a buffer for boys.
I know that bleach can be ingested in small doses, that meth is a popular cooking channel and that my brain and i enjoy a good firefight.
I prefer small bic lighters, she prefers nuclear weapons.