Whenever you think villains, what do you see? Bad guys who steal poor old ladies purses? Or perhaps guys that play the super villains that come and destroy shit.
Well I'll tell you what I see, I see poor bastards that were dealt a heavy hand in life and when they actually feel something, they get punched in the face with friend zones, and people on the football team named Timmy.
Yup, that's my life, I'm just some nobody that loves a girl, who is actually a good one, but I'm just stupid as shit and try to act like I know everything there is to know about love and life, but who cares right I'm just the fricken villian in this story, dealt a really, really heavy hand.
Boo, fricken hoo.
Anyway let me explain, well a version of how this all started.
Growing up, my parents weren't exactly the type to kiss all your bumps and bruises when you hurt yourself, it was more or less get the hell up and fight back. Let's just say they were really supportive.
Yes, I like that sound, supportive. Well anyway they were notorious bank robbers and killers, who basically got what they wanted and when they wanted and no one, and I mean no one can stop them. So, one unfortunate day two people had sex, and low and behold, their son Rain, aka, me.
At a very young age they tried to teach me all that they knew about their, let's say "carreer choice" and who were they kidding trying to teach a skinny, flanky kid how to fight a three hundred pound dude, that could possibly be god fricken zilla, yeah no, that did not go as planned. This all resulted in me being a huge disappointment to them and that led me to the person I am now, I don't give a shit about anyone, well except "her", but even i messed that up, here's the plot line villains don't deserve love.
Here I am, a villian in love.