So what do we have here?  Another crack house on fire?  A dumpster filed with offal?  Maybe...or it's just another day another twelve beers...ah it's Thursday. 

Sounds like a good intro to a speech huh?  Do you need me to continue?  Should I dissect it...desiccate it...masturbate all over it?  Get all Trent Reznor on it...put my fist in it?  Shoot on it...paint it up?  Maybe break down how easy we the people fuck ourselves.

Hey guess who's here to ruin your day internet friends and family?  Me?  I'm hurt and defeated you feel like that.  I thought surely you would say Trump...or Kayne....never me.  Damn now I don't even know where to take this.  Maybe speeding into a wall while sitting in the car seat in the back? 

I know Ive talked about a lot of stuff and nostalgia and shit on here.  So let's go with something a little more modern.  Well, what passes for me and modern is probably nineteen ninety seven but still.  So I'm just sitting here watching some YouTube...trying to catch up on stuff to bitch about...and I fire up some random videos.....

To continue the unpredictable, probably said themes here...I know...if I talked about it...why do it again?  Well Jim, John, Jane Doe, I forget.  It's been years and a lot of material here on these webs....like little spiders crawling in your mouth while you sleep...I just don't remember.

What if....I told you....I was like...undo angry as fuck right now?  Ah that wouldn't be an else worlds lol, no need for Uatu to pop up with his big bald headed ass and make it all theatrical and shit.  Well fuck.  Guess that's it for this week children.  Sorry, try again next time.  You stood in the rain, go chased by dogs, beat up by cops, and burned with cigarettes for nothing this time.

Well it has...but you know how shit is...as it does...and all that.  So with that let us continue where we left off, like nothing happened....but something did...but you had to hide it.  Yeah like out in the shed, behind the bushes, near the thicket...the one by the creek.  Don't worry though...I ain't gon tell no one.
So I got in my email some digital backups of his old photo albums....some real chronicles of past sins there....not in that way...not like you cut up a hooker with a bone saw while wearing a robe with a top hat on.  I guess it just lets you see the past....all the folks, the women...the times!

So we here again...two thick drinks in...Jim Beam and coke this time...Evan Williams just wasn't gonna cut it.  Not unlike finding yourself in a room with two women and getting capped by one then the other and find yourself in a "tight" spot.  I would digress..but I can't....don't ask I can't elaborate.

Well today I was feeling optimistic…I almost took a nap at seven eleven…not the store…though I wouldn’t put that past me…just getting kidnapped…attempted ransom and murdered because everyone's broke would really suck ass.  No I was just messing about and I decided to ask in the most sarcastic way for a woman to tell me a story.   

Been a long road here, with this writing thing.  Ok, ok..what passes for words on page.  Is that better?  I mean sometimes you get coherent, yet everyone thinks I'm ranting all the time, I feel your pain Dennis Leary.  Then other times, I know it's nailing the subject...but the subject sucks.....and I just decide that the rant would probably be better....