Why the fuck didn't you tell us somebody was in the bathroom? Slipped your mind? Did you forget that somebody was in there with a goddamn hand cannon?
Well, let's not start sucking each other's dicks quite yet.
June twenty-ninth. I gotta get in shape. Too much sitting has ruined my body. Too much abuse has gone on for too long. From now on there will be 50 pushups each morning, 50 pullups. There will be no more pills, no more bad food, no more destroyers of my body. From now on will be total organization. Every muscle must be tight.
Now I see this clearly. My whole life is pointed in one direction. There never has been a choice for me.
Loneliness has followed me my whole life, everywhere. In bars, in cars, sidewalks, stores, everywhere. There's no escape. I'm God's lonely man.
Each night when I return the cab to the garage, I have to clean the cum off the back seat. Some nights, I clean off the blood.
If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.
Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to go home and have a heart attack.