“There will be a fire and that fire will consume the earth. All will be consumed, man and beast alike. Only the chosen ones will be saved. Tell me my son… Will you be one of the chosen few?”
Yells this same thing to me every single day. I mean seriously, as if my life wasn’t enough of a struggle. Like I really need some crazy soapbox preacher telling me every single damn day that I’m gonna burn.
I tried arguing, but it just made him worse. I tried walking a different route, but he was there too…