One of my friends who found ot that me and my so-called 'wife' liked zombie movies (because zombie movies is what got us together, the company she worked with needed an artist to do artwork for their books... and their books were a Zombie RPG) he was going to arrange for our honeymoon to be a trip up to that mall for the tour. He had planned on arranging a hotel for four days as well as the tour. But the so-called 'wife' really pissed him off by accusing him of trying to break us up when he didn't show up for our wedding. When he couldn't get there because of a really nasty storm that morning that caused a treelimb to crash through his windshield.
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Fuck being a hero. Do you know what you get for being a hero? Nothing! You get shot at. You get a little pat on the back, blah blah blah, attaboy! You get divorced... Your wife can't remember your last name, your kids don't want to talk to you... You get to eat a lot of meals by yourself. Trust me kid, nobody wants to be that guy. I do this because there is nobody else to do it right now. Believe me if there was somebody else to do it, I would let them do it. There's not, so I'm doing it.
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