and it makes me wonder, am i sometimes a royal prick?
sometimes i feel like im so nice and other times i think god was i born in the depths of hades itself?
like i’ll be at a bar minding my own business and some dude will look at me with a stupid look on his fat face and say something dumb and all will be great until he claps.
and that clap will just make me wanna fight him. and im not 18 years old, i might actually lose the fight. plus i dont really want to fight BUT I DO some nimrod will clap with that stupid look on his face and theres nothing more i wanna do but fight.
and his buddy is there staring too and clapping and it makes me wonder about automation
and reflexes. and jungian philosphies.
like are the spirits of hundreds of years of tony pierces inside my soul waiting to come out? did those spirits have to fight their way to the 21st century and there they are right on the edge, knowing something i dont know, seeing into the future, there to defend something that doesnt need to be protected but is totally willing to bust with the preemptive strike.
which is so unlike me because if you knew me youd know that all i want to do is wear funny clothes that have no business being coordinated a certain way, be tangled with a pretty girl on the couch and watch ridiculous tv until someone knocks on the door to deliver food.
and then i wanna go to a rock show in hopes that my mind will be blown.
last thing i wanna do is strike a stranger.
but i get insane when i watch football.
That is exactly why I watch football at home. Alone. In my basement.