In my leg is a pain from chasing a four year old around and wearing slick shoes while wearing a tux. Needless to say I now get to buy really expensive pants. i can't blame the kid, he was being a kid. Oh but how kids are weird, a bunch of the young kids followed me around like I was the pied piper of children, expecting me to play and make funny faces because I kind of looked like a children's show pirate with that tux on. So I played around until I made the parents nervous because I am odd, I mean what 26 year old guy enjoys throwing a ball with a four year old? A damn loser named JT that's who goddamn it. I don't feel though I am a fit role model or playmate for kids, I curse and don't realize it, I drink and smoke and I listen to a cacophonous anarchy that is called punk rock. In the end I got really drunk off some whiskey, locked my keys in my car and woke up at my friends place not knowing where I am. I texted a lady I am growing fond of and I am lucky she isn't as embarrassed by my sissy remarks as I am. Oh what a mess i am. I am like a radio active bomb site destroyed and strangely intriguing, the kids wanna play with me because there is this, "i know this is dangerous and he is much more careless than mom and dad" type of vibe I give off. Maybe I need to grow up, become even more boring and let the idealism die inside, but if I lost that, I think I would cease to exist. **** it I am a ****ed up person, I guess you all are gonna have to deal with that. well off to bed to go to a job where everyone hates me. Someday my revenge will smile at them, but most likely a toothless smile, disgusting but no bite. Goodnight everyone.