Ghostface Killah Ghostface Killah had his hair cut and grew a beard. Ghostface Killah is sat in his bedroom in his underwear and a t-shirt and it is 1AM. He has had 6 glasses of double whiskey and lemonade and is feeling like shit. He feels like a bastard. Ghostface Killah wonders where everybody else is right now and whether or not they wonder the same thing about him. Why did he say that thing to the girl he likes? Shit. The cat walks in and then leaves. "Typical" says Ghostface Killah and then regrets saying something so dumb. Ghostface Killah does not feel the same way about the cat as he does about people. Ghostface Killah is sure that there are people who do like him. He is sure that there must be a girl who will love him and choose to spend time with him and talk to him. There can be no way to be certain. Ghostface Killah uses a computer to Google search "How can you know for sure?" and finds allergy advice and questions about God and Christians and shit. Fucking Christians. Ghostface Killah writes on a scrap of paper 'there should be a spray that you can spray on a girl and it turns a different colour if she likes you'. The scrap of paper is pinned to the wall. <<<<<<<<<<          >>>>>>>>>>