The next day I headed out only to find that my last entry got the best of me and now I rely on complete strangers to make it a point to leave me completely alone in public or flash some titties or balls, whichever is funnier at the time, prices subject to change.
It makes for a terrible story for someone to experience something terrible when said someone doesn't believe in anything, either god, satan, Cher, ghosts, aliens, or Keith Our. It was the way that felt right with me, which fucking sucks because it doesn't take much for something to drain the color out of my face. That, and believing in nothing doesn't leave me with a lot to turn to in times of despair.
Whatever.
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