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Jesus fuckin' Christ on his ever lovin' fuckin' cross, what the fuck is wrong with people in this bloody city? Seriously, I don't fuckin' get it. We've been in Columbus the last couple'a days, since Kirin's approachin' her due date, and the hospitals back in Athens are horrifyingly incompetent (they told me grandda he had liver cancer and about a year left to live at most; it was kidney stones). Most of the time has been spent at the hotel, or the daily hospital visits (ta make sure nothin's goin' wrong and all). But fuckin' Christ, the times when I'm forced ta be out and about in this Hell hole?
People in this fuckin' place are rude bastards, let me fuckin' tell ya. I went out ta have a smoke and a think, an' I had at least half a dozen people glare at me 'cause I was...I dunno, existin', maybe? I was just standin' there, not blockin' the way ta anythin' at all, didn't say word one. I also got called a worthless bum (maybe 'cause I had set my coffee cup on the ground?) and told ta get a job. And that's just on the sidewalk. Drivin' in this shit storm? It's fuckin' crazy, and I know from crazy, okay? I've driven in India, yeah? This is not how shit should be in the middle of fuckin' American Heartland or whatthefuckever.
Apparently, right of fuckin' way doesn't mean shite here, because nobody fuckin' respects it. A quick jaunt down a few blocks ta get ta hospital takes an hour and a fuckin' half (I fuckin' kid you not, it's less than a dozen blocks between 'em). And those things that tell ya ta fucking STOP MOVING, I think they're called RED. LIGHTS? Nobody fuckin' pays 'em any bloody attention, especially not if they're stoppin' 'em from blockin' the fuckin' intersection fer the people who now have a green light, BUT CAN'T FUCKIN' MOVE 'CAUSE OF THE DUMB CUNTS IN THEIR WAY.
I swear, if I have to spend another bloody week in this fuckin' place, I'm gonna go 'round the bloody bend and kill someone. Probably fer cuttin' me off in traffic, which I figure isn't all that unusual 'round this way. So Chi, baby, I love you, but you need ta fuckin' show up soonish, before Da get locked up fer murder.
People in this fuckin' place are rude bastards, let me fuckin' tell ya. I went out ta have a smoke and a think, an' I had at least half a dozen people glare at me 'cause I was...I dunno, existin', maybe? I was just standin' there, not blockin' the way ta anythin' at all, didn't say word one. I also got called a worthless bum (maybe 'cause I had set my coffee cup on the ground?) and told ta get a job. And that's just on the sidewalk. Drivin' in this shit storm? It's fuckin' crazy, and I know from crazy, okay? I've driven in India, yeah? This is not how shit should be in the middle of fuckin' American Heartland or whatthefuckever.
Apparently, right of fuckin' way doesn't mean shite here, because nobody fuckin' respects it. A quick jaunt down a few blocks ta get ta hospital takes an hour and a fuckin' half (I fuckin' kid you not, it's less than a dozen blocks between 'em). And those things that tell ya ta fucking STOP MOVING, I think they're called RED. LIGHTS? Nobody fuckin' pays 'em any bloody attention, especially not if they're stoppin' 'em from blockin' the fuckin' intersection fer the people who now have a green light, BUT CAN'T FUCKIN' MOVE 'CAUSE OF THE DUMB CUNTS IN THEIR WAY.
I swear, if I have to spend another bloody week in this fuckin' place, I'm gonna go 'round the bloody bend and kill someone. Probably fer cuttin' me off in traffic, which I figure isn't all that unusual 'round this way. So Chi, baby, I love you, but you need ta fuckin' show up soonish, before Da get locked up fer murder.