The repellent human organism, I tell myself, with its damp shadows and awkward compromises with gravity, its preposterous clumps of vestigial fur, its capricious, ungovernable inflations and deflations like a set of bagpipes possessed by the devil, its brief moment of early promise cruelly resolved into an agonizingly drawn-out ramshackle decrepitude, its...okay, so I try to work myself into a familiar and comfortable sourness when confronted with the unhaveable. We all have our coping strategies, some more transparent than others. It never works! How dare people flaunt themselves, rubbing my nose in their unattainability by leaving their homes. It's selfishness. This town is full of cute boys, can't some of them stay indoors with the shades drawn once in a while? Read a book or something you sexy fucks, ever hear of that? I'm just trying to live my life here. I'm just trying to live.