The Evil in Me
Put me in a corner. Spit on me. Ridicule me. Just when you assume I'm roadkill, you had better LOOK OUT.
You see, I have a diabolical power. When there is a chip on my shoulder, adrenaline flows to hulk-like proportions. You had best run MOFO... cuz even Jesus can't save your ass!
Yes... I have lost four tennis matches in a row. Yes... a much older man ousted me out of the Flex League playoffs. Yes... Whipping Boy beat me in spectacular fashion and ended my four year winning streak against him.
I am obviously being judged as pathetic. While my peers have cushy first round opponents, the Tournament Gods are sending in Hot Boy Troy to swiftly end my miserable existence. Argh!
Can you hear me slamming down my fists?! I am NOT skeered.
BRING IT BITCHES!!!