I have always hated English class just because it meant I had to write essays. Fuck essays, and fuck the fucker who fucking wanted to exist. But never will I understand why the hell I would want to write a book, when I hate doing an essay. Some of the shit I just don't understand about this man. But anyways,This is an excerpt of my book. Probably chapter 5. Or 14. It doesn't matter really, but it's okay. I guess. But don't worry about this excerpt, it really has no purpose of being written. The chapter does not even need to exist honestly. It could be thrown away into an empty abyss of solitude and shit. You know what? Just to fuck with people, I should start the page numbers for the rest of the books into like some complicated bullshit. Like change them to a math problem, that when solved shows the page number. Or I should just start from 1 again, making the beginning of this book just a waste of space. Or better yet it wouldn't be a waste of space. Fuck honestly, I don't know. This is the first chapter of the book but It has no correlation to the actual plot, or whatever the fuck this book is going to be about. It should be about some epic ass shit though. Like "Skateball" or like "Life". Yeah, "Life" is tight. Oh shit, to make it even better, add a period at the end so that shit is like "Life." Hashtag Fucking Swag. Niggas about to have a tea party while on Twitter. That shit is about to be bitter. I have no fucking clue what the fuck that was. And now my laptop is playing some random ass music, not cool bro. My train of thought just got thrown around. I hope someone actually reads this chapter. This is like, the epiphany of the entire story. Fuck it's getting cold, damn A.C. But If I turn you off, then it will be hot as Mordor (+1 for whoever gets the reference). The A.C Is such an awesome invention, even though I got a scar from one. That should be mentioned somewhere in the book. Probably chapter like 3 or 16, i don't know man. How the fuck does someone think about making Air Conditioned?! It is genius! Who made this shit. Let me Google it. Aww Yeahh, Wikipedia bitches. The world's greatest source. But damn this article is long as fuck. Not reading it man, not reading it. Well fuck it then, fuck the inventor of the A.C. Also fuck the person who decided that war is needed. And the person who decided that putting mustard on a hot-dog tastes good. Fuck is wrong with you. That's mustard. Not ketchup. A hot-dog should be eaten only with ketchup. Fucking white people,adding condiments and shit. I'm not racist though, Relax (In my Fabian voice). Yo this shit is like a never ending wall of text. I should like just start writing my book based on this shit. Or I should fucking start one way or another. Sit, either way, the title is tight. Life.

I'm not even spell checking this crap, I hope their are a bunch of mistakes that will piss you perfectionists up. And I'm wasting this page, fuck you. Use it for like doodling space.