[Tyr Zalo Hawk]: 712.Scraps.NotReadyYet

Nothing in life prepares you for moments like last night. Much less the ones after it.
Sure. You hear stories from other people about how it feels, or what they saw, or some other B.S. like that... but not a single one of those things actually prepares you for it. And quite frankly, I was just bein' some fool for ever thinking otherwise.
I still remember all the stories those old coots used to talk to me about. Stories of both the pain and the immeasurable pleasure, the truths they realized. All that junk, you know. Feh. What a complete load of bull. Like they could really know what it's like at my age. They had all experienced it at 60 or 49 or some other ancient amount of years. None of them knew what it was like at 16.
DAMNIT!! Ugh... Whatever. All those idiots are gone now. They're so far away, and now I can get away from all their damned 'You're just young' speechs and that shit. Ya... they're gone now... all... gone... NO! SCREW YOU! You think you're better than me just because I am the way that I am?! Man, that's B.S.
It's... harder to deal with than they said though. Harder to 'cope' with all the changes it brings, and all the things you want to just scream out. All of the... futility, I guess is what they called it. Maybe, I was too young for it. Maybe those old timer idiots made a real point. That'd mean I was... wrong, right?
That is right. I was wrong. But... it was because I couldn't have known what was right. No one could have, or should have, expected me to know. And I'm not ready for all this... Heh. 'No one was ever ready for it, my boy.' One of them said that...

'No one is ever ready, for death.'