Pulp Fiction

I think I am dying. My foot is what someone would say “plump”. I’m sure everything I am saying makes perfect sense,huh? Well, just incase it does not lets go back 4 days. 4 days ago everything was perfect! Rainbows were up, Unicorns were dancing, and I stold this motherfucker’s lucky charms! Yeah, some might say a perfect day, or at least I would. Well nothing special happened besides all the magical stuff then my foot started hurting. 4 days later, after a shot on the ass and two different antibotics perscriptions, I am here. Actually, I am more there than here as my foot continues to randomly swell up for no reason. Well, I’m sure there IS a reason but they don’t know too much accept it is infected. Well, gotta stick in there till the end. Wish me luck. Oh, by the way this is the first post I’ve posted in a long time so my “writing” skills are probably a lil’ rusty. If you don’t like it fuck you! Have a nice day!