I downloaded and watched seasons 1, 2, and half of 3 in less than a week. It's like crack. e-crack. TV-crack. Whatever, it's bad for you.
Shaved my head. I say things directly to people's faces that I only used to just think before. My over-aggressive online persona is starting to manifest itself in real life. Today, some dumbass pachuko was too busy talking on his cell phone and the person behind him honked the horn after the light turned green and he didn't go. Pachuko boy in his little japanese putt-putt car with the aftermarket muffler deliberately slowed down and started giving the person behind him the finger. Both of them at the same time. So I swerved in front of Pachuko boy and slammed on the brakes. Scared the fuck out of that little fucker. And stared him down when he pulled alongside and gave me the "what up" gesture. I have a piece of steel pipe behind the car seat, and a loaded .38 in the glove compartment. The magnetic sign said "Alvarez Pools" on the side of the rice-burner. I called his phone and left a message.
Bring it, bitch. You are a retarded cunt with no business being on the road, and you might want to "Remember Trayvon" before you bring your ghetto shit to me. It's Friday, and you'll make a nice story on the evening news, and afterwards no one will ever think or care about you ever again. Most particularly to include me.
I'm supposed to feel bad about this, aren't I ?
But I don't. It feels right. Real. Truth. And permanent. Thanks Walt.