Oh How I Hate You. I Hate

So Here Are Some Foolproof Recipes For Those Of You Who Understand The True Function Of Food. Bean Treat: Gingerly Pour Four Fluid Oz Of Beans Or Something Into A Jug. Cry. Eat The Beans From The Jug And Pour The Rest From The Can Down Your Throat. N.b. These Taste Better If They Belong To Somebody Else In Your House. Pain Au Dunk: Fists Of Bread, Rent From The Loaf And Dunked Into Anything Runnier Than Bread. Should Eat At Least Six Of These Because…you Should. Don’t Toast The Bread. Toast Is Cookery.

Of Course People Are Angry. Generation Upon Generation Had Jobs At Steel Mills Or Whatever - Things Were Going On And It Looked Like It Would Always Be That Way. And Then There's These Cataclysmic Changes And People Find Themselves Out On Their Arse And They're Angry And They Want Answers. But One Thing That's For Sure Is That Those Answers Will Not Come In The Form Of Donald J. Trump.

The Truth Is That I'm Constitutionally Incapable Of Doing An Ordinary Job.

I Just Wish I Had Longer. It's Very Frustrating. As You Know, To People Over Here, Cities Like [washington] D.c. Are Iconic. We Know Them So Well. It's Very Frustrating To Be In One Of Them For 36 Hours And Have A Show To Do Because You Can't Really Do Anything.

In The Same Way, There Is Some Creature Gnawing Away Inside Of Me, Urging Me To Do Things In Different Ways.