Day Forty-Eight

You know what makes me want to smoke cigarettes? Assholes.

This particularly grotesque devolution of human-beings come in all shapes and sizes. They have managed to merge with the common stock of folks; seamlessly infiltrating our everyday lives to disrupt our grasp on utopian loveliness and happiness. We find these 'assholes' haphazardly conducting their vehicles from place to place, whipping their shopping carts from aisle to aisle with reckless abandon and a complete disregard of presumed 'right of way' dictums, and self-righteously blathering stock phrases about 'you liberals' into glasses of Resurrection Ale and some imaginary audience they believe follows them bar to bar.

If you perhaps fall into one of these categories or have been referred to before as an 'asshole', do me a favor: don't cry about it. Don't stalk those who call you out on your assholery. Don't try to push the other off the road or steal the last box of Ho-Ho's. You know why?...