Lots of Death Today

Are you fucking kidding me?

The Tuesday after Memorial Day Weekend.

People are shattered. Especially considering the fact that it rained for 2 days of the weekend. At least around here.

Campers, barbecuers, partyers - Jesus Fucking Christ - that is a boatload of frustration.

Suicides. No doubt about it. Johnny Fuckubot wakes up to the 5 am alarm, with a vicious fucking hangover and thinks: "This is it. I cannot fucking take anymore."

He reaches into the nightstand, grabs his Glock G43, presses the barrel right up against the side of his head, says "Fuck this life" - and pulls the trigger.

Blood and bits of brain spray onto his wife's face, who wakes up to the sudden explosion and says: "You fucking asshole, one more mess you left behind that I have to clean up. Then again, good riddance, loser - now I can wrap my legs around young Johnny LoverHot. Ciao, baby."

                                                                or

Frankie Sucksatlife reports to work with his tail between his legs and his pride tucked away in the freezer. Head down, he does his job until his boss - Bobby Jerksoffalot - says: "Frankie - for Christ sake, man - you are moving too slow, your work is sloppy and your attitude sucks."

Whereupon Frankie reaches under his greasy workbench, grabs the Taurus Raging Bull Model 444 Revolver 44 magnum, lifts that puppy up, points it into his boss's face and proceeds to blow his boss's face - and head - clean off.

Yeah, there is a lot of death today. But it feels clean. It feels necessary.

America is a land chock full of opportunity.