"Scitties," I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"He's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: GoodTimesWithScar himself.
"Scitties," I say into the mic.
The crowd boos. I begin to walk off in shame, when a voice speaks and commands silence from the room.
"He's right," they say. I look for the owner of the voice. There in the 5th row stands: GoodTimesWithScar himself.
