11-29-93 Did I say I have to report in now? Did I? Well,
fuck you, Sergeant or whatever the fuck. So, now I’ve done it. Can’t believe I
was sooo naïve but now I’m sure as fuck gonna buy me a gun and kill all the
niggers I see. That’s a joke, son. We don’t call 'em niggers. No, sir. No, we
don’t even call 'em “'em,” on account of that’s differentiating or
de-ussifying, yeah, yeah, yeah. Well, fuck Earl, then, how about that? No need
to be a racist when there’s so many reasons to hate people on an individual
basis. I don’t hate that wuss behind your back little sniper, I simply pity the
fool, and I will hurt any man who tries to take what I got. C-I-L-L. Sing me a
song, you’re a singer.
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