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I listened to this album a few years ago with a girl who was shot in San Bernadino the other day. She didn't really like it, thought it sounded like mushroom acid music.
I've always been very awkward and angsty. I was a chubby child who lived in his own world. I didn't care for sports like the other kids and I also wouldn't play with them. I'd just play on my own, wearing a towel as a cape and pretend to be Batman and fighting evil. I wanted to be a hero, I wanted people to acknowledge me as more than just the weird kid I was. As I got older I found some friends. Not real friends, but other unpopular kids. We'd fight with toy lightsabers. Sometimes I would beat up the weakest one in our group, just because I could. We got out of touch when I changed schools. By the time I was a teenager, I had no friends. I dyed my hair jet black, wore combat boots and industrial band shirts and read Nietzsche and Crowley in the lunch breaks. The normal kids stayed away from me and I stayed away from them. The emo and goth kids made fun of me for being a satanist (I wasn't by the way). The world wouldn't see the hurt and lost soul I was. I was afraid to talk to girls. I still managed to get a gf when I was sixteen. A fat and bossy emo chick with daddy issues. We broke up after two years. After that I was emotionally broke. The world was a cold and strange place to me where a freak like me had no place. I'm in college now and I'm just as angsty and awkward as I was when I was a little boy pretending to be Batman. But only on the inside. My body is ripped and my clothes look good. But I still avoid other people, I avoid eye contact with girls I find beautiful. But I found a way to deal with the anxiety. Everyday on the way to uni I prepare for the daily fight by listening to Death Grips. I listen to MC Ride angry verses, I let them flow through me. There are too many hoes in my meal. My body's shaking listening to this. Adrenaline kicks in when the bus stops at the campus. I get off, waiting for the plebs to come up and get me. But they can't hurt me. I've mentally become MC Ride by this point. I am him. He saved my live with his wisdom. I am euphoric