I wanted a pony. A pony was the one thing I wanted more in the entire world. Hell, I still want a pony. I don’t even ride horses, in fact, I don’t like riding horses the two times I did it. It hurt my legs and you go back and forth constantly which is mildly nauseating. But I wanted a pony more than anything else in this world.
I don't know why. I just did. So if you can understand why I wanted the pony, let me know. But that's not the story I mean to tell today. The story I mean to tell is not over. The problem is it can be considered to stem from the want of a pony.
Shit has to happen somewhere.
It all starts on November 12th.