What do you know about touchness my man, with knives, sticks and guns in your hand?
You think you're "Bad" needing seven or eight to do the job. Just to mess up the face of the one who just might run. You think you're just "it", by your mouth flapping in the wind. Trying to scare them with what you'd do it win. But you little wimp, you have no idea. Toughness isn't measured by who you maim or kill-
It's just opposite of what you think.
BUt excuse me 'Mr. toughness' if you could do just that. You wouldn't run together like dogs in a pack.
By,
Suzy
