FUCK!

SHITE!

BUGGER!

OKAY!

SHIT!

I had a fucking day let me tell you bastards! I've been sober for all of a week or two, after Branden and Bill found me lying in a puddle of my own urine and vomit outside their apartment in the buff, I had to sober up since I couldn't keep fucking binge drinking every god night.

As a result of this habit being kicked, I have been seeing a Pink elephant who calls herself Jim looking down sourly upon my lives choices and muttering things about killing the whores. She seems to believe that me being Sober will cause the world to burn or more accurately this fucking city. At the moment I have a lighter, a tub full of gasoline and a good amount of Molotov cocktails lying in the sink, so arguably I might be considering starting the biggest fire this hellpit ever saw.

But then by that same token Mr. Wallaby-sorry he's the yellow spotted talking underwear in my drawer- has told me that in doing so I'll burn the booze as well. I'm mighty fucking tempted to burn Mr. Wallaby and listen to Jim some more, but they're all liars anyway.

Oh yeah and I went to Church yesterday and I swear honest to God I heard Satan tell me to stick the Cross holding Jesus up inside of my ass, or that might've been the lack of sleep I had. Drinking kept away the bad dreams, and I keep on seeing horrible things as I sleep.

I saw that man I dropped a fletchette barrage on yesterday night, he was screaming as he tried to protect his infant daughter while his wife bleed out nearby. That was not a fun night, he asked me why I did that to his village and I think I woke up screaming that same question.