That Man finally makes his appearance
Often times I find myself doing things that I should under no circumstance be doing. This is one of those things. Which is just a waste of time for a prelude to something else I shouldn't be doing. And that would be standing out in the frozen wasteland at midnight, possibly in a fistfight with some greasy pizza face, trying to get a copy of BC. But that's just one of those interesting curve balls that life throws at you. In the end, god doesn't get murdered. In the end, Captain Ahab doesn't kill Moby Dick. But none of that is really important. And you probably don't understand it either. Which is cool and everything. I think it's kinda weird when people write these things. Usually it's always some long sol..thing that Shakespeare had his characters do. The long narration describing all their feelings and thoughts and whatever. Fuck that. Break the 4th wall. Not like I'm doing this cause I feel like it. Just trying to waste some time. And that time isn't wasting fast enough. Maybe I should have planned this out a little better. Aaron Danger is coming back to town maybe. I ate the gift basket that Peter got me for Christmas and almost got sick. Best service you'll get at San Pedro and Rector for the rest of the month. Ummm..I already said god didn't die. Errr..Puppy in a cast, fucking fatties and their goddamn frappachino's when it's fucking 30 degrees outside and they're gonna fucking have a heart attack in the fucking line. I don't really know how I should feel about this one thing though. Becca thinks a story about a guy telling a Cajun chef to go fuck himself, 14 times, is spot on for me. I guess....Fuck you Decatur Street.