Much Ado About Some Things.

I could take an hour and write out all of my near-death experiences in detail.

Or I could summarize it.

Bullets apparently are allergic to me.

Gravity apparently bends around me to prevent any damage from falling and/or car crashes.

Water flows OUT of my lungs instead of into them.

The list goes on and on.

I should be dead.

But I’m not.

This means two things.

1: I’ve been invincible since birth.

2: I have a fucking mission.

I just need to figure it out, before my 9th life ends.

Enough babbling.