Rising Up From The Ashes

It was one of those days
where I did not want to get out of bed
did not want to see any one
where the only thing that would have made the day better is the one thing I cannot have
where carrying guns and shooting large holes in people, places and things seems like a perfectly reasonable way of dealing with problems
where everyone and everything seems determined to keep me away from the one thing I really want,
the only thing in my life that can make me smile
holing up in my home,
away from it all

but, of course, it is Saturday
the only day where I absolutely cannot
the day I HAVE to get up and deal with people
meet my obligations
make a contribution
and all that rot

I tried to be nice
put on a pleasant face
faked nicities
when all I really wanted to do was tell people to shut up, fuck off and go to hell

but people had to push
had to be rude
had to take their crappy day out on me...

I have not killed anyone
yet

but the next pissy-assed, whiney SOB I have to deal with better watch it

because I am not home yet
I have a backseat full of weapons
and I am not afraid to use them



If you are one of the few people I dealt with today who managed to be neither incompetent nor a complete ass, THANK YOU.

If you simply stayed out of my way so I didn't have to deal with your stupidity, thank you.

The rest of you all can fuck off and die.


When I do finally snap, the first fucker I kill better have cigarettes on him or I am breaking off a finger and puffing on that. I have been jonesing for one all day and if I am going down, I am going down smokin'. I have far too many stressors and not many relaxors in my life right now. The amount of alcohol I would need to drink could kill an entire herd of rhinos.

Where is Officer Voodoo when I need him? I don't have nearly enough ammo...