The creation

Alright. I've resisted for a long time for doing one of these things but now I say fuck it. I'm going to punch boxes of girl scout cookies and throw pens for no reason. I'll stamp my foot and yell "why?!?!?" all the time. I'll write and write about every fucking nutsack that walks into my bar. Jesus, no one cares. Do I? I have no idea anymore. Every fucking day I stand behind a bar and listen to another asshole's story or answer questions about Chicago. The worst is when people ask me about myself. I have no interest in talking about myself. Oh Jesus goddamnit, I don't even feel like writing now, to hell with it.