runs into car

God I can’t stop thinking about that clone thing in gta. If you bumped into one of them, they would get so angry at you and be like stuck in a permanent pissed off state and try to kill you anytime you entered their pen. So Cronan was looking into ways to pacify them, and I’ll never fucking ever forget, loading out to place a new clone down, then loading in. And as I’m loading in, Cronan says he found a way to subdue the clones. And when I run back to the car wash, it’s just him and Tom standing at opposite ends of the car wash-turned-prison cell, with assault rifles trained on the clones, and all the clones cowering in a corner screaming and crying

So to build off my self defense post on weapons for self defense against entitled cunts who think they have the right to assault you.

Why not combine multiple tools?

An 8 foot chain, with nails and lengths of razor wire running through the links. Several inches above the non conductive rubberized handle are jumper cables running to a car battery backpack.

It makes a great crowd control weapon.

Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.
Move on, leave, run away, escape this place… but don’t forget about me, about us, about this town. Always remember where you come from so you can appreciate how far you’ve come.
—  c.j.n.