For years,
I have searched for the Truth from other Valley floor flatlanders...those
of us who wear all of that SportHILL shit, but don't know the
truth about hills. I have now experienced the Truth. I have been
broken by the Master. My legs are dead. My weakness is exposed.
I am now like Grasshopper, wandering up the mountainside off of
the desert floor in search of the meaning of life, only to find
the Master, staring down at me, unable to hide his utter disgust,
saying..."The Truth only comes from within, my son...and
I see no vomit on your shirt...Keep searching my son, for the
reality of today is that you ain't shit...now...get off of my
mountain...go back and put on those SportwannabeHill sweats...I
can't even look at you right now...The Rage
