Pot Helps pt. 22

Could you ever have had to believe where it was when I was not just a victim but here I am and I can keep going don't you feel like daring me you don't even know me you thought you knew me you didn't know that I could climb up on second story ledges and run on my feet a lot faster than you and you were like holy shit how the fuck did he get so fast on his feet and I've got a majority of my body weight right here, HERE, in my thighs and man I would not want to be some unknowing corner-crosser meeting the full force here of my right leg, the business end of it, because I could probably collapse a few chests or so like when I imagine how uneven it would be for me to fight like your girlfriend or something because really I'm not a violent person or anything but man I can't help to size people up most of the time and what really kills me is to think of things I would never want to happen for REAL except if it was like in some sort of matrix virtual reality world where I could fight a roomful of punks of 12 years of age without having to be the most hated man in America after someone had found out I was picking kids up by their feet and swinging them like how an Olympic athlete would do the hammer throw only because when I thought of it at home by myself I literally L.aughed O.ut L.oud at the whole concept and that's what I do I think of these awkwardly violent yet funny things to keep me from getting violent on myself because one of my very last vestiges of peace is when I'm filling up my water glass and I have a real good hearty 'HA!' out loud to the empty apartment and, myself.