Fuck you

What a stellar title to a first post. I would talk about everything that is going well in my life right now, but there isn't anything. I am falling apart at the seams. My life is a joke. I don't have any friends, I can't stop drinking, and I can't stand to be around for more than a few minutes. Every worthwhile relationship with a woman that I have had since I left my wife has turned to ash between my fingers. I haven't been keeping up with my writing, and Comic Foundry, whom I used to work for, just folded last week. If there is a reason to not throat fuck a shotgun and invest in a one-wall paint job, keep it to yourself.

-jack