Same Country, Different Worlds

Thousands of people are probably dead in Louisiana. People are taking to the streets with AK-47s and shooting each other. Many, many people are homeless, with nothing to eat or drink.

And here I sit, bitching about how this damn computer keeps booting my ass offline. Yes, it's still happening. All things considered, I have a lot of nerve to be bitching about something so trivial. But in my defense, I'm also on a dial up connection at the moment. Believe me, that's pretty fucking awful. The horrors! The horrors! Plus, I have to work on labor day, which sucks mucho cock. But I guess I'm pretty lucky. At least my neighbors aren't roaming the streets and blowing each other away. Oh wait... I live near Detroit, so actually, yes they are.

I'm in a pretty bad mood, too. My brother called me the other day, drunk, to tell me that he and my dad had cleared out the contents of Papa's trailer so they could sell it. Apparently, Papa was a booze hound just like me, because they found like eight bottles of liquor hidden throughout the trailer. And you know what pisses me off?? My fucking brother has decided to keep ALL OF IT to himself. Fucking booze pig. Couldn't even give one measly bottle, the prick. Then, he invited me to hang out at his place tonight, and the son of a bitch never called. He was probably too tanked to remember that he invited me. Bastard. If he decides to hoard all that liquor to himself, I'm gonna grab a few bottles and break them over his fucking head.

Yes, I still plan on writing a new column... but I keep getting booted before I get the chance. God dammit.