A dude on a car pulled a gun on me yesterday and I feel strangely uneventful about it. He just stopped as if asking for directions and when I got near he pulled a gun on my chest/shoulder and told me to run away so I did. was drunk and lost in a shitty part of town and I ended up spending a lot of money on a cab to get to this party I was going to, and just forgot about it. I feel like I got cheated out of some newfound love for being alive or something that just aint happening? It's weird that I let it go so easily but I guess I was drunk
I guess what im trying to say is: im gonna play The Stanley Parable
I guess what im trying to say is: im gonna play The Stanley Parable