I had a moment of peace the other night. I'd gone on a date, dropped her off, then met up with two friends at a strip club. Two friends, a beer, a dollar, a brass pole, and a big assed blonde stripper. Suddenly, for a brief moment, nothing was wrong in the world. My life was like a domestic beer commercial. In a time when I loathe relationships, people want to randomly kick my ass, and I recently made a drunken ass of myself days earlier, the peaceful nature of being was a welcome change of mood. It's gotten to the point where I do sweat the small stuff, but when there's a whole fucking lot of small stuff to sweat, I find humor in how fucked up the situation has gotten. If I was a Jew being marched into a death oven, I'd probably be in line saying something like "I hear it's the humidity that kills you." No matter how bad you think things are in the world, no matter how far in your mouth you're holding the gun barrel, just remember that time takes care of most problems. Time, porn, and alcohol. Although, alcohol tends to lead to more problems than it solves. I do contend that alcohol solves problems. At least, it postpones them for a while.
I'm going to read this shit in twenty years and wonder what the fuck I was thinking when I wrote it.
