If there was a day to become Patrick Bateman, today is that day. Sell out. Greedy son of a bitch. Cunt-faced money hungry cocksucker. You avaricious fuck. I hope you drown in a pool of your own vomit surrounded by you gluttony. Pathetic hack of a man, what the fuck is wrong with you? Why can't you be more like me? Sometimes I think about filling the bathtub, lighting around 100 or so candles, play my personal favorite Elliott Smith mix, grab a bottle of scotch, 12 pack of lager, 2 joints, an absurd amount of porn and act like I have sex life. Fucking hell, this is not what Iw anted this is not what I have worked for. To end up in some yuppie PR firm overlooking the Newport Back bay making more money than ANYONE in my family ever has.

Greed or growth?
When I started this great job hunt, somewhat close to H.S. Thompson's "Greak White Shark Hunt" with 15% less drugs,
I had the blessing of meeting a beautiful woman with an incredibly caring heart who wanted a family.

Now I watch her slowly kill herself mentally day by day by smoking unscrupulous amounts of marijuana and drinking an unhealthy amount of beer. My fear then led me to this shitty fucking place I left a very long time ago but for some reason I am back in that shallow hallway. You can find me daily leaning against that wall anytime after 7pm M-Sun drinking myself into oblivion.

So, how was your day?