PKtM: Phase 2

I was sixteen years old when I first created Kenny Rollins.

At first, he was just an alias. My way of hiding my true name from the violence of the internet. And for a while, he stayed that way. In fact, as I got better (or, y’know, less godawful) at writing, I figured it couldn’t hurt to give in a bit to the persona. Just to give a sense of authenticity.

At first, it seemed so innocent…The rampant swearing… The dark humour… The hallucinations of long-dead actresses, urging me to kill… But then, I came to, and I recoiled in horror at what my life had become. There was a street urchin locked in my basement. Death threats addressed to Vivian Leigh were written in blood and other bodily fluids on every wall of my house, and I was prohibited from entering the nation of Papua New Guinea. There might still be bodies under the floorboards. I don’t know. I’m too scared to check.

And you know the sad part? I gave into it.

For several months, I decided that my descent into hedonism, violence, and atrocities committed against the Welsh people was a fair trade for slightly improved writing ability. So, until the middle of February, I let Kenny have full reign… Until I couldn’t take it anymore.

The battle lasted for a surprisingly short time. I kinda shoved at him for a bit, and he started sobbing, and curled up into a ball. Satisfied, I retook control of my body. I stopped writing and focused on my studies and my social life. For the first time since I was sixteen, I was happy. I was living again.

… But I should’ve known. I should’ve known that I couldn’t keep the beast locked up inside of me. He’s extremely lazy, and generally a coward, but when he puts his mind to something, he can really be tough to deal with. Funny how the thing he puts his mind to is never “putting content out consistently”, but whatevs.

I fought hard. Believe you me, I did. But damn it all, he won.

I only type this in my last moments of lucidity.Sooner or later, I will descend back into madness. This post will serve as my last will and testament…. Please tell my family I love-

WHAT’S UP FUCKERS, I’M BAAAAAAAAACK!!!!!!

I’m not sure where I went for a while. When I came to, Billy the Street Urchin was gone, my wall art was ruined and some stupid girl was hanging around my house, claiming she was my girlfriend, or something. Dumbass. 

Anyway, what’s up with you guys? 

 

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One comment on “PKtM: Phase 2

  1. transhaan says:

    WELCOMEE BACKK MOTHERF***KERR ! That was a hell of a post 👏👏

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