dont care if they like me or not. im there to work and make money, not make friends. reality HAS hit me john. thats why i stopped hanging out with you. as far as saying something, i was WORKING. you know, serving customers their food. im not about to drop what im doing and start throwing punches. as far as riding a bike, its called responsibility. i have a job and im going to get there ON TIME by any means necessary. but hey, keep thinking ur such a big badass that everyone is afraid of. you’re forgetting ive seen you run out of advance auto crying like a little girl because gary fired you. theft wasnt it? its cool though. when i grow up i want to be a convicted felon just like you john. gives me a goal to reach towards.