Hey I woke up and 2:30 in the morning and had an epiphany, here it is:
As I watched my adorable little puppy trip over his own feet, I could only think "Aww, that's almost adorable,". But as he picked himself up to try again, I could help but think and the holocaust, (Now that I think about it, it could've been because I watched Paperclips that day, Terrible documentary, By the way) And how if maybe, just possibly, if Hitler had a cute puppy like mine he wouldn't have needed to commit genocide. Maybe it wasn't his fault at all, maybe it was that damn Alois that made him do what he did. But then again this is all just the rambling of crazed, ADHD 16 year old who sold him his soul at 1,460 days old (4 years) for a brand spanking new big wheel and that new Power Rangers VHS.

That's all i got.

Part 2

Here's Part 2,
The young lad, who was balled up on in the middle of the street, wasn’t ready for what this day had brought. Jose, who just came here from one of the poorest simplest town in Mexico, was losing it: his balance, his provincial view of life, and the digesting food contents in his stomach. Lee, the founder of this coalition, was speechless, knowing that he gave us the prerogative was trying his hardest not to elicit the umbrage of disappointment he had towards Johnny.