Notes
Tonight was an abundant run.
It was abundant with June bugs, about 300 of them that flew into my legs, chest, hands, face, and hair, that were too fucking retarded to realize that it's July.
And it was abundant with teenage fuckfaces that honk their horns and scream shit out the window. They are lucky that I'm not an angry man. An angry man would hunt them down, punch them in the throat, and then make a fucking suitcase out of their skin to store all the retarded fucking June bugs.