Chapter 17: PTSD

I don't know why, but for some reason, I get mad out of no where, not the average bipolar dickheads these people claim to be, I'm talking about something you did to me that I can't forget, pretty much, it's geared towards a person, or something that happened, the people I'm around would probably notice I'm mad, but I'd never take out anger on niggas who didn't do shit to deserve it. I'm about sick and tired of that stupid bitch, Barry, in fact, one time, he was tryna act all tough tryna bid on people, that's when Mr. Young had enough of his bullshit, he bitched the shit outta Barry. I never thought a student would get bitched by a teacher, but Mr. Young is a serious man, which was enough to scare me at tryouts. The trenches got in my head, so violence seems justifiable in my eyes as days go by. One day, that boy is gonna get what's coming to him, he ain't gonna notice it, nobody is, and when that day come, I'ma make sure he never comes back. I've been through too much shit to be fucked with, so if all else fails, he's dying, shit I wouldn't be surprised if someone kills this asshole, cause if they did, I owe them a favor.