I Talk To Strangers.

It’s really hard being alive these days. You have to worry about flu’s and health care and unempolyment and Tyler Perry movies and all manner of what-the-fuckery. It’s pretty stressful. Plus Christfest is right around the corner and the only thing lining my pocket is lint. I guess my friends and family will have to settle for warm handshakes as gifts because, unless I become a hooker or sell an organ, love is all they’re gonna get. I really need a joob. This whole “penniless failure” thing isn’t much fun.