2003-12-09 / 2:49 p.m.

I don't understand racism. Or homophobia. Or sexism. Based on my vast experience with the public, I can safely say that most people are idiots or assholes or both. If I were to limit myself to liking one race, after removal of the idiots and assholes there would be five people I could speak to. Not that I don't understand a deep dislike for a large group of strangers; I hate dumb people. I hate them alot. I hate them when they's hungry especially. And when they don't make reservations. There's enough hatred there to keep me busy for years and years. Why discriminate based on anything else?

So today I made this comment... and I don't really believe in hell, but if I'm wrong and it's real, I'll soon be taking up residence. I couldn't help it. They multiplied like fucking gremlins and they were pushy and loud and the fact that they think we should all bow down to them because they've got ammunition and fatigues makes me want to spit in their food. Faces. On their mothers. Somewhere. It makes me desire spitting. ASSHOLES assholes assholes.

Sigh. More work for me now. 12 lovely hours. I have a choice; that makes it all better. I could at any moment go back to my idyllic existence of late morning coffee, no job, red dirt poems and solitude... I'm chosing to take responsibility, to help him where I can; to try a little harder than I would just for me. And later, when it's calm again, he can do it all and I can write. That's the promise. And I trust him.

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