Took it like a man
I just had -last saturday- the most depressive news, three, delivered together, by the Iron Halfbreed himself, who showed up at the workshop just to bloat. The momment i saw that jerk i knew hurt was on the way. But i took it like a man, i smiled, i congratulated, i shook hand. Man, i cannot describe my feelings. Am so angry and upset, so ill of heart, so down in the mood... what has come the world to? Why they do this? Why can´t i just kill every bitch on the jury and on the pusblishing house? Why the lie perpetuates? Seeing my story on Axxon doesn´t makes up for this. It would take the frigging Minotauro Prize to heal my heart, and that ain´t happening. The injustice of it all, the sheer crime, the unduly praise, the unmerited bloat, the spent chance, the wasted oportunity, the dilapidation of time and resources... just to painful to endure. Its no good, this country is fucked up real good.