Sam walked down the street, his hands in his pockets as his deafening music blasted into his ears. His mother always told him not to listen to his music so loud or he'd go deaf but he didn't listen to her. He crammed his hands down into his pockets as far as they would go, walking down the sidewalk of his neighborhood.
~I do not produce signatures~
Why, you may ask?
Because i am epic like that.
If you do not enjoy my signature
That is entirely your problem
~"Love is always patient and kind. It is never jelous. Love is never boastful or concieted. It is never rude or selfish. It does not take offense and it is not resentful." -1 Cornithians 13:4