I don't know but it's something really mean!
What the fuck happened to me? I'm not supposed to care what people think, I'm a bastard! I need to toughen up. The last few months have made me soft, I need to get in a fight or something, maybe get my ass kicked, that will definitely snap me out of this delusion and force me to hate them properly. I seen this guy pan handling today, he was sitting on a bench downtown with a coffee can, poor as a motherfucker with nothing in his bucket but a few thin dimes. All around there was people gorging their fat faces thanks to our La Festa Italiana celebration, which in a totally unrelated comment, sucked major ass hole. anyway.. That guy knows pain, you think he trusts you pigs? He sit's there probably cause that's his home and their are a few hundred motherfuckers in his back yard stuffing slices of pizza into their pie holes. The last thing this guy probably ate most likely crawled to him on six fucking legs. The city doesn't have enough money to put this guy up, but hey can throw a fucking bru-ha and block off all the streets, so mediocre, middle class, gas hoarding- SUV drivers can get their grub on. I hate being the one who has to rain on your parade, but pack up your shit and get the fuck out! People like me and Mr. Park bench need some peace and fucking quiet.