From The Beginning Now…

Brace yourself, this is will be a drag.

I know anger better than I know my closest friend. I could spend every last waking second of my life from this point until my last breath with that person and still not know them as well as unrelenting rage.

I don’t suffer from a lack of humor. In fact, I feel as if a decent sense of humor is the only thing that really helps offset my critical perspective. When a gaggle of lowest common denominators(LCDs) pause in the middle of a crowded walkway to take a selfie, I can feel the marrow in my bones turning.I’m really not all that violent, so I walk by and make a joke at their expense to one of my equally as cynical friends. I’m not a crazy person. You don’t have to worry about me losing my mind and taking it all out on a group of strangers. I’m largely anti-gun, don’t care much for crowds, and couldn’t care less about notoriety.

This will be my soapbox. I will stand valiantly(sit quietly) and shout from the depths of my being(type rapidly stopping only to fix a typo) truths that most humans are afraid to mutter(petty opinions most people would let go).

I’m not even sure where to start really. What kind of thing could I rage about? I’m thinking, people who drive slowly in the fast lane, reality TV, Donald Trump, the fucked up hotdog to hotdog bun ratio in packaging, and the sequel/prequel to John Carpenter’s The Thing.

So much to complain about. So little…patience from my audience?