But I effing do it anyways. I've worked myself up into a fine fury this night. Oh no, not a broke down, 42 year old fury, but a 16 year old pissed off at the world and everything that exists on it. I'm really just whining about the situation I put myself in, I know that, but it makes me no less dangerous. I wanna go out and fuck somebody up. Just beat the shit outta some random idiot in a bar, then mosey on out, hands in my pockets, daring any motherfucker to step up. I must admit I've done it before, and it makes me feel like a god. Like what the hell are these fuckers doing on my plane of existence? I have every right to tax that ass, and hard. So, there's my felony fantasy for the night. I'm sure someone will use it against me somehow one day. Know what? DILLIGAF?!
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