so what’s the deal with you and zar?
there is no deal with me and zar, only complete fuckin’ fiction that zar’s invented for funsies. zar wants there to be an issue more than absolutely fucking anything, and jumps on every opportunity to rag on me when hears my name, like some sort of pavlov affect. could be because he surrounds himself with so many dogs, who knows? i think he’s bored personally, and needs to see a therapist for all his fucking rages issues. i don’t even know why he hates my guts with so much passion. it’s not my fault the dude didn’t grow more than seven inches and is taken it out of the tallest fucker he knows. like, alright napoleon, slow your fucking roll there. but you know what they say… there’s a fine line between love and hate, so lowkey he’s a fan. love my fans, zar included. anyway, my only issue is that this has totally thrown a wrench in my friendship with my boy honeybear. miss that bitch. hope he’s good.
