THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BORING MAN IN A BORING TOWN.

i think i had a great sleep. feel good. feel awake. feel a big sore zit brewing on my nose. 55 years old and still getting zits. bald. grey. zits. adhd. anxiety. saggy skin. saggy balls. some people get all the breaks and others have to do so much and work much harder at life for little results. little money. life unfair. i need a sip of coffee.

i was in the city yesterday and it felt great. i felt great. the city is filled with so much energy. so much vibrance. so many pretty people wearing pretty clothes staring at pretty buildings. groups of people out on patios enjoying life while the suburbanites sit on their couches watching shitty tv.

why do people choose to avoid the excitement and culture of a vibrant city and, instead, opt for the boredom and dullness of a dull suburb with dull people and dull dogs? the city brings hope. the city brings excitement. the city of dreams and culture and hot girls and handsome boys and unique restaurants and unique buildings. unique streets. unique people. unique coffee shops. unique bars. unique architecture and unique lives. i love the city. i love cities. i am bored stiff in the suburbs. boring people. boring houses. boring restaurants. boring bars. boring trucks. boring clothes. boring. boring. boring. THE LIFE AND TIMES OF A BORING MAN IN A BORING TOWN DOING BORING THINGS AND DRINKING BORING BEER. and then one day that man gets diagnosed with a debilitating disease and he slowly begins to die. dying a slow and painful death. sad. lonely. scared. can’t sleep. can’t find joy. can’t fuck. can’t eat. can’t play sports. can’t live a wonderful life. and he can’t even jerk off.

LIFE IS SAD.

ENJOY EVERY MOMENT YOU CAN.

LIVE LIFE.