Anti-Gay Gay
I'm so glad I went out tonight and drank. How else could I have gotten intoxicated beyond comprehension to celebrate the weekend of my apparent freedom as a "gay" person. I am barely able to type right now, but glory be at least I've somehow celebrated my sexuality. Thank the maker the bartender gave us so many discounted rounds considering I have about $120 to my name until I get paid again.
But, what an amazing celebration of my "freedom". Because really, I would not have an identity if I wasn't piss-ass drunk. Because that is what I am to the people I know: the funny drunk. I am the comical one who says slightly racist, edgy things that make everyone laugh.
Here is to my rights. Here is to the lives lived before me that gave me the right to be a drunk faggot. What an amazing sacrifice. And what a campaign. I mean, truly those before me lived for this moment... when I could be so incoherent on the weekend of their triumph.
And here's to my friends... who scoff at the mere idea there might be something more to life than this. Surely, I am an idiot for thinking so. Surely I live to be the pathetic drunk. And when people I barely know through friends walk by on the sidewalk, they can point and laugh at us being the expected drunks in the front window.
Here is to being drunk. What a grand celebration. All the past twenty years of my life have amounted to something. Surely, as I in a rage tried to explain that, it made perfect sense to my peers. Surely they too have examined their lives and questioned the purpose.
Surely.
Now, I get to go to bed drunk. I was planning on going to my parents tomorrow, and now I will do it severely hungover. Their loser son showing up barely functional again. What an amazing thing... what purpose your son lives for... isn't alcohol wonderful. Who needs that other son that cut off the family... you'll do just fine. You're the best of our efforts...
You alcoholic piece of shit. Fucking clown. The fucking loud-mouthed joke that everyone laughs at. You've really lived a triumphant life. Look at you. You're a winner. You're amazing. What did it take to accomplish all you have.
People have committed suicide doing more.
But, what an amazing celebration of my "freedom". Because really, I would not have an identity if I wasn't piss-ass drunk. Because that is what I am to the people I know: the funny drunk. I am the comical one who says slightly racist, edgy things that make everyone laugh.
Here is to my rights. Here is to the lives lived before me that gave me the right to be a drunk faggot. What an amazing sacrifice. And what a campaign. I mean, truly those before me lived for this moment... when I could be so incoherent on the weekend of their triumph.
And here's to my friends... who scoff at the mere idea there might be something more to life than this. Surely, I am an idiot for thinking so. Surely I live to be the pathetic drunk. And when people I barely know through friends walk by on the sidewalk, they can point and laugh at us being the expected drunks in the front window.
Here is to being drunk. What a grand celebration. All the past twenty years of my life have amounted to something. Surely, as I in a rage tried to explain that, it made perfect sense to my peers. Surely they too have examined their lives and questioned the purpose.
Surely.
Now, I get to go to bed drunk. I was planning on going to my parents tomorrow, and now I will do it severely hungover. Their loser son showing up barely functional again. What an amazing thing... what purpose your son lives for... isn't alcohol wonderful. Who needs that other son that cut off the family... you'll do just fine. You're the best of our efforts...
You alcoholic piece of shit. Fucking clown. The fucking loud-mouthed joke that everyone laughs at. You've really lived a triumphant life. Look at you. You're a winner. You're amazing. What did it take to accomplish all you have.
People have committed suicide doing more.