'Twas a cold winter day...
Daron Malakian was 11. He came from one of the many crappy parts of Hollywood, and was outside of the music store. He breathed warm air into hands and rubbed them. The friction wtf a toenail on my desk wasn't enough, it seemed. Nothing he could do would make him warm. He'd go inside, but, he got kicked out a few weeks ago for breaking an expensive Beatles album and he wasn't about to take any chances. He sighed at this thought and continued his way down Crappy Street USA.
"IF YOU WANT TO DESTROOOOY MY SWEATERRRRR PULL THIS STRING AS I WALK AWAAAAYYY.... Goddamn. Why won't this song get out of my head?" Daron smacked his head as if he were smacking out inner demonic tunes such as that one.
The Hard-Core System Of A Down Guild! =3 Have You Elected th
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