The spit of disgust runs down the face of a man who feels like no man at all. For to be a man you have to be something and this man was nothing at the moment.

Well, that's a lie. He wasn't "nothing." Because he was too busy feeling hopeless and to feel that, is to be that.

Hopelessness is one hell of a drug.

He had always seen the poor fools who had sat around in despair back in junior high. Oh, how he clowned them back then. "Haha. All alone at the lunch table, you must be a nerdy clown who the other clowns purposefully left behind when they went to the circus."

Irony is another hell of a drug, for today his hair is red and his face is white as butter. He wears a yellow, blue, and green jumpsuit, with buttons that go all the way up to the front of his chest, and his shoes are bright red like tomatoes and oversized, like a diver's flipper. 

He is a clown. And the spit of disgust was because his act is bad and kids hate when he shows up to a party. Invited or not.

I am the kid from the lunch table back in junior high. I am grown up now. I have 2 amazing kids and a beautiful wife. Terry Sullivan, you were a mean piece of shit. But i felt bad when I heard you became a clown. Not too much of a market for those anymore. And so I hired you for my daughter's 4th birthday party. 

You didn't even know it was me who hired you for the gig and yet you still showed up drunk, stumbling into a child's birthday party. And that wasn't even the worst part. I am pretty sure the worst part was when you threw up on my dog named Chico. He is a disabled Chiuauaua who has had a very, very, very, very hard life. For Chico, it is always one thing after another. He already could not see because he is legally blind and just last week he lost his ability to hear. And now after the party yesterday, when you puked on him, his two back legs haven't worked since.

I am currently working with the team of lawyers who freed OJ Simpson, some FBI Forensic Examiners, and some of Harvard's best Scientists to prove in-depth that your drunk barf paralyzed my dog who is named Chico. 

Terry Sullivan, you may have ruined my childhood. But you will not ruin my daughter's childhood and you most definitely will not ruin my dog named Chico's ability to walk. YOU WILL PAY MOTHERF***ER 

Well thanks for reading an excerpt from my autobiography labeled "A Message To Terry (Sullivan)"

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