A Grim Satisfaction

So I had this thing a little while ago where I was on the tram being hassled by this dumb fuck of a junkie for no reason, well, I had some Budweiser beers with me and he thought that I should have been drinking VB but anyway, so I’m on this tram and this fuckface, lets call him, hmm, Fuckface, is giving me all this shit, telling me he taught my sister and mother how to suck cock, how he ‘makes the drugs, don’t just sell ‘em, got so much money’ etc etc. Your average, run of the mill bullshit, but it got on my nerves pretty bad. I was considering bottling him with one of my beers but I just left it, and by just left it I mean I yelled back and made a bit of a tool out of myself. Which made me angrier. The entire time I was sitting opposite this guy, lets call him, Junkie messiah (he looked a tiny bit like Jesus). Turns out Fuckface and Junkie messiah knew each other but couldn’t remember where they’d met (I secretly bet that they had sucked each others cocks in prison). So the entire time Fuckface is giving me shit Junkie messiah is just sitting there. Finally, Fuckface gets off the tram and leave Junkie messiah with me. I ask him “Do you know that guy?” and he turns to me and says all intimidating “That’s none of your business” and I go “Sure” and leave it at that.

So it sucked, the whole thing, made me feel powerless and impotent and most of all, very very angry. Having all that anger and no release is probably the quickest way to get cancer in my opinion, there is nothing like feeling like you are going to throw up a stone purely out of frustration. Anyway, so I’ve been keeping my eyes out in case I see any of them again, you know, just in case I happen to be armed and there is no one around, well then I might see if I could exact some revenge.

Turns out I don’t need to. I haven’t seen Fuckface around since so he’s either A) dead from an over-dose or B) in goal being reamed by some Maori, which is fine too. But I see Junkie messiah all the damn time, saw him last Friday in fact. And its fantastic, and do you know why? Because he has gone considerably downhill since then, no jumper, no jacket, 4 degrees, carrying some weird random junk that he’s trying to get some sucker to buy, broke off his ass, almost crying because of his chronic need for heroin. Desperate and mumbling to himself, stumbling from one failed money seeking adventure to the next.

Oh my, it makes me laugh so much and makes me so glad. I know that you’re not supposed to take pleasure in other peoples suffering but you know what, fuck other people and fuck their suffering. I think Tool put it best, “Fuck all you junkies and fuck your short memories”. The only way this could be any better is if I saw him get hit by a car. Then as he was laying on the ground, another fitter funnier junkie came up and stole his wallet and pants.

Now all I need is to see Fuckface being told to ‘Bite the curb’ like in American History X and my life would be complete. Brutal aggressive people deserve the brutal aggressive lives that they live. The irony of saying that is that by my logic I had it coming to me and probably deserved it.

Nyah, I've done better post but really, my hearts just no longer in it.