"People suck and that's my contention. I can prove it for you, give me a fucking etch-a-sketch, I'll do it in 3 minutes. The proof, the fact, the factorum, I'll show my work, Case closed."---- Bill Hicks.
I recently went to a downtown club with some friends. It wasn't my idea, and other people were driving.. So there ya go. Stuck.
But I will say that I learned something from the whole night. I learned.... Well, Remembered, actually, that there is NOTHING like being surrounded by bleach-blonde, manicured, tanned, toned, Glamour reading, drunken bitches with their belly buttons hanging out while they Giggle and cock tease their khaki-clad, palmade smelling walking hard-on boyfriends that makes me want to run for shelter like a vampire in a solar energy field.
Personally, For me, I'll take the girls that have dirt under their nails, smoke too much, belch, watch porn and could probably kick my ass if they were pissed enough to try it. I'll take the crowd that wore all black, even on the sunny days, read so far ahead of the class that the teachers started taking their books away at the end of school. The ones that wrote awe inspiring english papers, and then borderd them in pentagrams just to fuck with the teachers... Maybe that last part was just me, but you get it anyway."You want to dance?"
Geez, how could you tell. I'm sitting in the darkest corner nearest the exit, I'm about to BOOGIE DOWN!
I seem to forget, time and time again, how much I really despise the rest of humanity, and that each night when I go to bed, I don't wish my friends better health or for world peace. I wish that someone would invent a 'Contraceptive Bomb' so that we could drop them all over the planet.
But all I need to do is go out and go downtown on a Friday to remind myself. It happens about once a year. All the hate wears off, and I forget about all the stupid people. I go out clubbing for one night and I'm FULL again. I'm like a camel going to water.
I am the Hate Camel.