What a wimpy post that last one was. Fucking limp-wristed, pantywaist stuff.
"I can't be happy. I just can't."
Give myself a break.
I am feeling pugilistic now. That's where I need to be. That is the platform I will be standing on when the curtain comes down.
I need to punch people in the face. It's the only way to get ahead.
Actually, punching people in the face might be self defeating. If it comes down to it I'll punch myself in the face.
That paints a picture, doesn't it? Imagine walking by my picture window and catching me punching myself in the face. You might be alarmed.
But it's all for a purpose. A plan exists.
I wanted to set the record straight.
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