They say society has a dark side and that humanity ebbs and flows across this timeline called life. We humans wonder if time exists at all or if it’s just an abstract construct that means nothing.
Either way, the fact remains that we’re all a bunch of humans trudging along this bullshit construct called life. None of us ever asked for this. Few of us ever wanted this.
Before the big event, I was just another one of those hapless humans with nothing to my name except a bowl of soup and an old Nintendo 64 system that I don’t even play anymore.
Back then, I was involved in a lot of petty crimes, something you might call a “fake gangster.” I’d go around and break into houses to steal shit, cars, or whatever else I found entertaining at the time.
I don’t know whether God exists or not, but somehow… someway, something managed to save me time and time again, and I never once got arrested. Even though I probably deserved it.
Eventually, I tired of the life of crime. Boosting cars, running with gangs, and getting into random fights I never won lost their appeal. I always was more like a nerd—a gang nerd. I was like the techie
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