Tell Me Why I Don't Like Mondays

Dead-give-away junkie style: getting busted with drugs and guns right after ya get outta prison. You know who I'm talking about baby! "Less Than Zero: I'm Not Just the President, I'm a Member!" I'm sure my work's made me more callous than most people would be. I deal with junkies and their dealers everyday--some of them are pretty decent people that just got caught up in this soul-killing cycle. Others are just pure-dee fuckin' vermin. This guy, though--great googley moogley!!! I'm sitting here thinking, here's this cat who's got all sorts of support, money, family, etc. and he can't get straight to save his life. I've seen the scabbiest, skankiest, sickest people come through the system and most of them eventually straighten up. Or they go to prison. Or they die. Drug addiction may be a disease, but I think this dude's suffering from something that can't be cured-- consummate selfishness. What a waste. Poor, poor pitiful Robert! Wanh!!! Oh well! What-evah!

On other fronts, I've been rooting through submissions to my groovy lil' website and having trouble picking from so many gems! There are some really good writers out there! Don't even get me started on why publishers continue to churn out bilious chunk-piles of drivel while ignoring some of the best writers of our time. Can I get another "Oh Well!?" Ack!

Ok...done bitchin'. For now.

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Hey, Junior Brown, will you marry me?