oh the humanity

1:35 p.m.

I avoid Metro Center at all costs.

I was sent to the Starlite Club on Dickerson Pike and told to talk to Jerry. As usual, I was not told why and answers to my questions had no place on the agenda of those in power.

Jerry was wearing a button-up shirt with too many stripes, and I will bet a sizeable sum that the tag probably said Dockers. He gave me a fat envelope and I left.


I walked into a trashy convenience store and got pissed off because I was reminded how trashy convenience stores never carry Vitamin water, knowing it was because the people that go in there simply want to buy a Bud Light and a Powerball ticket.

Some trife crackmouth said to me at checkout, "Thems some niice sunglasses yew got on."

"I know," I said, and walked out.

I dont know why, but once again humanity has made me lose my appetite and I can no longer eat my lunch goodbye