So, just
because you’re a crip doesn’t mean people won’t mess with you. Quite the contrary, people might try to mess with you more. After all, wheelchair means vulnerable,
helpless, right?
School’s in
session.
Yeah, we can
do everything, but we ain’t helpless.
Give us an opening, and we’ll get the drop on you. Also, like I’ve said, I don’t forget.
Now, Joey I
am don’t like guns. They’re heavy, they
recoil, and they’re loud…and, we jump…it’s that old CP chestnut. Yeah, we could use our chairs, but if they
get messed up, we’re screwed, so no. So,
we collect knives, swords, and we have a couple different kinds of tasers. And, no, I don’t do Logan Pauls trying to
bring dead rats back to life.
I’ve
collected knives since before I met Joey, and I bought us each a taser that
shocks on the sides as well in case someone tries to snatch it away from me. I got them after I was bitten. Mom even bought me a ring taser I can do with
my thumb…way cool.
Our swords
are replicas from movies. I got Joey a
Frodo’s sword, because she’s small. I
also got her a Princess Bride sword and
Lion-O’s sword from Thundercats while
I’ve got a replica of Blade’s sword.
Also, we
like medieval weapons. Joey’d wanted a
mini flail since she thought a regular size one would be too big for her
sitting down. I’d been looking for years
until I found a shop to get her one for Christmas. Throw in that she’s a green belt in karate
that she learned in college, and you’ve got a lethal chick.
Class dismissed.
Be good to
each other.
-J-
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