Peter pan in the Rye
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My name is Peter Pan, and that's the way my friends call me. I'm not gonna tell you about my childhood and that crap, first of all because I didn't have one; well technically, I just don't remember it. I've been stuck in this godamn place for a long time now, and I can't even tell how much because that phony captain hook doesn't like clocks and he won't let any come into this Never Land; plus time doesn't go by here, which I personally think sucks and all. I've looked like a 9 year old for an eternity, and the worst part is that I'm gonna stay in here forever , and when I kill myself, I wont have any godamn pubic hair.
I don't remember how I got here, but who cares anyway. I just remember I only liked it because I could fly. I just had to think happy stuff and I could fly, and that made me so happy that could fly even faster. It got boring after a while, also because once I went so fast that crashing against a mountain was not even close to being funny. Now that I think of it, flying just sucks. Anyway, it got boring...