Be a Glorious Shit Stirrer in the Spicy Chicken Shit Pit

On a sunny day after rain, PC finally couldn't bear to stuff a large number of thumbtacks into the cushions in Bailey's office. He sat at the window, lit a cigarette that was probably extorted after beating up the golden-haired school bully, and while puffing away smoke recalled the youth that had passed away in those years. Fucked town, fucked life. He took a deep breath and watched the smoke rings gradually dissipating in the air in silence. Suddenly I feel that this life is really boring. Ps: a fan of a yellow game. Short story. Attention to the bad PC center. Ps: There may be a follow-up in my lifetime. After all, I transformed into a dragon before. But now I have quit the trap, so I will say that I will live for the rest of my life. Purpose: Respect freedom