Why is it that, statisticly, by the time I was 18 years of age, I should have either:
A. been dead
B. been in jail
C. been with child
D. been doing absolutly nothing with my life
or
E. been dead
You know, I have a problem with this. Why is that I just can't statisticly be successful? ...smh...I suppose that's just "the man" trying to statisticly hold me down, literally. Well, anywho...I refuse to be a statistic. That's too boring for me. I'd rather march to my own drum beat, which ironically disqualifies me from being a statistic.
Take that "man"
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