Wednesday, December 26, 2012

And so it begins anew....

Jeez, could they've waited?  Like kicking her out the door before you even get the condom off.  Bastards.

21st and Folsom.  By the Homestead.  If you want to know what rejection feels like, what being cast aside feels like, what letting the door hit your ass on the way out (despite being told not to do so) feels like, why don't you go and pay a visit to this poor tree by the floodlit tennis courts.  Adding insult to injury, how many times you think he'll get piffed and thwacked by errant tennis balls while he waits there by a trash can to be composted?  A hundred?  A thousand?  Two or three or however many steadfast weeks standing sentinel above the gifts, and this is the thanks he gets.

Goyim disgust me.