Galerius

I was steamed. Man, was I steamed. That girl - Jen? - had completely rejected me and threw my own poem back in my face. Well, no matter. I always ...

Rummaged around my pocket, felt my fingers grasp the pocketknife and cigarettes. Not today, Self. Today's a day to look your best. Finally, my skin touched the plastic canister. Found ...

*has taken himself out of the story*