Not really fearful of anything I can think of, except fucking spiders.
I turn into a nervous wreck even if I see a small one.
You know why?
When I was about 10-12 years old, I was at a picnic, and a was leaning my hand on a 3 foot tree stump when I felt a tingle. I looked around and saw the biggest motherfucking hairy spider slowly walking casually over my hand. Time stood still for an eternity while the spider slowly walked over my hand.
I had time to study the different coloured rings around its legs.
I was beside myself ...I never recovered from that trauma.
I turn into a nervous wreck even if I see a small one.
You know why?
When I was about 10-12 years old, I was at a picnic, and a was leaning my hand on a 3 foot tree stump when I felt a tingle. I looked around and saw the biggest motherfucking hairy spider slowly walking casually over my hand. Time stood still for an eternity while the spider slowly walked over my hand.
I had time to study the different coloured rings around its legs.
I was beside myself ...I never recovered from that trauma.
No God, No fear.
Know God, Know fear.
Know God, Know fear.
