monk_stah

it's so dubious these days to pretend as if i know people. they come out of the shadows and smile and do their little arm wave and say they met me by the bus station one day.

and i of course smile and nod right back as if i was on the telephone talking it up with customers, grinning, bearing, taking it all in.

i'm just going to get on my little rocket, grab a pint of guiness, and start blasting every damn person that gets in my way. it's time for the tears to start forming and the headaches to start hitting everyone around me, and all i have to say is i will at least be honest about it. brutally that is.

of course, most likely, i'll just deal with it like usual, because of that oh so too nice person feature that is carved deep into my heart. damn mr. nice guy.