I hate you. I hate you with a passion that surpasses anything else in my life. It sickens me to have to listen to those foolish fans cheer for you as if you were something important and good. If they knew what kind of a worthless, selfish, self-absorbed, bully you are they wouldn't give you the time of day let alone cheer you.

Yet they do cheer you and boo me because you proclaimed me the bad one. Never mind that I'm the one that had to suffer through years of getting his ass kicked every time you were in a bad mood. Never mind the fact that I was rarely the one that put you there. Now though that has all changed hasn't it, buddy? No more am I your own personal punching bag. These days you're too scared of my new best friend to lay a finger on me. You always were braver when you were beatin' on people that loved you too much to fight back.

You always had the chicks fawning at your feet too didn't you? Rubbing it in my face saying that I shouldn't feel bad about second place. Well who's got the chick now? To quote Kid Rock, I got the baddest bitch in the world! And whadda you got? Val's sister… some conquest there buddy!

You never have been scared of me have you Adam? You always through that I was too weak, too under your control to cowardly to come after you or fight back. Well are you scared now, buddy?

I punch you in the gut as hard as I can laugh at your helpless state. Your mouth opens just as I wanted and I shove the funnel into it holding it there by shoving your jaws together. Your arms wrapped backwards around this tree save me from having to worry about you fighting back. Your eyes get big as you see the jug of anti-freeze in my other hand. As the greenish liquid pours through the funnel and into your mouth I can't help but laugh as you try to struggle against your binds anyway.

As the jug empties I step back tossing it to one side and listen to you moan and cry imagining the pain. Lighting a cigarette I watch my handiwork for a few moments until I decide it isn't enough pain for you yet. Picking up the lighter fluid cans I squeeze them sending liquid shooting all over you.

Your eyes please with me for some kind of lenience but there is none here Adam. Just as you never had any for me all those times you kicked my ass for no reason. Calming I suddenly feel sad knowing that my oldest friend is about to die and it's all your fault Adam. Things could have been so different if you had just treated me as a human being.

An eye for an eye, huh buddy?

You always hated my smoking. You said that some day it would be the death of me. I watch the butt arch through the air after I flick it. It lands in those long blonde strands that you're so fond of. The fire ignites slowly but once it starts it catches rapidly spreading over your body. As I watch you burn I realize that you were right about one thing at least.

Smoking really can be deadly. Huh, buddy?

The End!

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