My slow transition into the genre of punk is well underway, but my passionate hate for the city which i am stuck in has trumped all. This city has no jobs, no life and sense of fun, hence its title "the city that fun forgot". of course being stuck here when all of my friends either busy having a life or being strewn across the planet leaves me to fester within the prison like confines this feculent hell-dump and rue. Of course being a tradesman, you'd figure i would have some sort of edge, but no... people keep thinking expensive fakes and uppity pretentious "furniture" stores will sooth their massive fucking ego. It has gotten to the point where the air stinks with the distinct filth of smug. A nasty mix of crooked unions, political correctness and criminal politicians... It's a fuckin miracle anyone can breathe. Of course walking around and acting like your shite don't stink will explain why they can survive here. The house I live in is no better, its built like shite, with the added bonus of no privacy and its in a neighborhood filled to its brim with hypocrisy and criminal minds. I'm getting the feeling i need to get out soon...fuck.
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