I hate this time of year. I hate the pseudo heartwarming garbage on tv that always has the intention of a heart warming ending with shitty music and crap. I hate the shopping frenzy's and the greedy little shit kids running around screaming. I hate the obligations of writing cards buying people crap, giving the awaiting opinion about the clothes that I got I will never fucking wear. I hate having to sit and tolerate my younger dip shit half bred siblings. I hate my brother that stole my fucking car ripped off my morphine and acts like I am in great emotional debt to my mother. If he gave such a fuck about Mom maybe he wouldn't be such a wanna be thug dip shit that steals off anyone that tries to help his retarded ass out. I hate the old band that I was in and all of my old friends that always remind me of shit that I could give a fuck less about. It's going to be cool to see my Dad. I don't know how much longer he will be around and the suspense makes me fucking hate everything just a little bit more.
I remember being a kid and I just couldn't wait for Christmas to get here. I always wondered why my dad was such a dick head this time of year. Now that I am older I understand. Now I can't wait for it to end so we can get back to our regular lives and our general resentment for mankind.
All I want for Christmas is a fat sack of weed a half gallon of JD and maybe some coke and a clean syringe. Is that too much to ask?