For once in my life I’m actually a part of something. I get to wear a uniform that doesn’t have ‘security’ on it. Kids buy it and they wear it and it’s got our name on it. I have fist smarts. Now I can fight. I’m strong. I can protect people. This is who I am, this is what I do. And you should be proud of me.
i hope he saw tumblr during the lockout cause some of the shit we said was gold
I’m a douche (Wuh?)
I’m an expensive person (Get out)