I was an idiot and got fucked up last night. Now I feel like shit and I'm stuck at the office. I want to kill every last mother fucker in here, only then will it be quiet. As bad as I feel though, I'd do it all again because it was fuckin' awesome. Perhaps I abuse myself this way because I hate myself? Eh, I'd think more about that except that's something a fucking psychologist would say and they don't know shit from shine-ola*, hell a fucking shrink would also tell me that the sun isn't out to get me. And if I know anything, I know that the fucking sun is fucking out to get me. Fucking scare ball. Fucking hate. Fucking communists.


*the 'shit from shine-ola' comment is something I picked up from old man Heavy D. Heavy is a treasure trove of circa 1970 big, white man in a small town jargon.