I’m know most people don’t fly the coop until they are at least 18 years old, but as a 15 year old…employee, I feel like I’m immature enough to make a failure out of myself in the big bad world of not here. So, I’m spreading my broken wings and I’m going to fly, or better yet just drive because I’m a lazy bird that just needs to get home. And it’s not like I have one of those amazing hobo sacks at the end of a stick to hold all my belongings, but a U-haul might be big enough to hold all my video games, so I’ll just have to drive that thing. Anyways, as this is only a momentous occasion just for me(it’s my last day of work), because you don’t care, and I’m not quitting the internet, I will celebrate my last day here by wearing my bitter shirt and cutting out a little early. Also, I brought my son, so hopefully he will deflect a few people from asking me what my plans are. But you can celebrate by watching some not so successful people try to spread their wings.
This guy couldn’t quite make it to space…
This guy was going through denial…
Things were flying fast and furious here…
Speaking of furious…
And who knew that you could fly so high…
Full speed ahead…
And you’re going to go flying in fear…
And who needs to walk down the steps…
There’s nothing better than getting 2 for the price of 1…
When they said it was the van down by the river…
This guy was ready for a space launch…
Let’s just say amazing gifture number two…
This guy was trying to achieve his field goals…
Well, it’s been bitter and it has been real. And it has been real bitter. Just so you know, this isn’t the Bitter End for us. It’s just the Bitter Beginning. I have many more bitter stories to tell that will be told soon….about the house, about moving and about all kinds of bitterness. So stay tuned.
Bitter Flying off in the Sunset and getting Burned Ben