“… are you still getting heartburn flare-ups? … try NEXIUM …”, shit …
I’m sitting here drinking Oliver wineries dry-red-blend and listening to Marc Faber (Dr. Doom) talk about the state of the world economy …
I could be working on the next chapter of my novel – I could be, but I’m not. I’m not thinking about finishing stories or salary raises at my job or my programming exploits or any of that non-consequential shit. I’m thinking about the relative likelihood of thermal nuclear war VS me just packing up my shit and heading to Colorado to spend my last few weeks alive, high … on good weed. (priorities)
The moving walkway is coming to an end folks … please … watch your step.
“But Dan, it’s just the stock market”, true …
True, AND … EVERYTHING ELSE SUCKS ALREADY YOU FUCKING MORON!
DO YOU NOT SEE?
HAVE YOU NO EYES?
PEOPLE ARE IN PAIN OUT THERE AND THEY’VE BEEN IN PAIN SINCE 2007 YOU STUPID FUCK!
So no – I don’t think the U.S. equity markets amount to a hill of beans (think about that for a second).
So yeah …
I’m that obstructed in my novel writing, that bent, that filled with noise.
I’m sure you can judge me and say, “shit Dan, you should be building some new kind of software and shit … starting some company …” – and I say to you – FUCK YOU WITH THAT START A NEW COMPANY BULLSHIT! WHAT THE FUCK! I’LL BE LUCKY TO NOT DIE IN A DITCH!