written by owen on 2011-Oct-27.

Recently I have been on a path of self discovery, like driving the wrong way down a one-way street and getting stopped by the police for speeding. Goddamn speed traps are everywhere. I hope they use my contribution to nation building for good and not for an early election. Either way you never know where that money goes, its like a wild bear in a forest, roaming around, defecating on your microphone.

I missed my usual morning glass of hard liquor this morning, I must have run out, yet again. It is funny how the things you love the most will slowly but surely kill you. There are things are more important than your habitual need to jerk it off while living out your childhood dream. At some point you just have to go cold turkey and hope that no one notices that you are not the same as you were yesterday. Its the freak en weekend. I will drink to that.

I often walk up to the awful fast food restaurant for lunch, not because I enjoy putting myself in mortal danger but because I try not to be the same. I think there is something to be gained from sitting in a room full of strangers who like to eat bad food. There is also the added benefit of seeing grown women pop their breasts out to feed their 4 year old baby - I am not sure that at that age you can call the child a baby anymore. These fries taste as if they are under cooked, still its not that bad because a some of them are burnt.

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