The King is dead, long live whatshisface..

Isn’t it sad when someone you know goes down… be it in a blaze of glory, or an inglorious yelping rabble…but instead of manning up and killing themselves on the spot, they perservere, and linger on in shame. Like an athlete who comes so close to getting the gold metal, but falls short, and still keeps dicking around on the beam under the false pretense that he might still be able to reclaim his glory one day…a pathetic untruth that’s blatantly obvious to everyone but him. It’s sad, isn’t it? Sadder still when it’s you…