A buddy of mine was, as the song goes, messin’ where he shouldna’ been messin’, and the lady’s OTHER boyfriend tried to run him off the road.

Now, issues of infidelity aside, isn’t running someone off the road just a delightfully old-fashioned, Dashiell Hammett sort of way to try to murder a fellow?

All parties concerned survived the encounter (perhaps demonstrating why “running someone off the road” as a practice has gone the Way of all Things).

I have this thing I do – I never, ever, ever check my mail. I do all my bills and such online, and I just . . . space out going to the mailbox for months at a time.

For the rest of you

Let me just say something:

Pyschotherapy, all that shit? Unless you have a bonafide chemical imbalance in your little wee pee brain, do you know what it is? It’s just a guy sitting there, listening, waiting for you to realize you don’t have to be so fucked up.

Guys, you don’t have to be so fucked up. You can just not be and weeeeeee everything will be fun.

I’m sorry if this is a strange entry, but someone tried to kill my friend and I’m in a funny mood.