What’s up, motherfuckers? No more goddamn mopey shit at Angry John Sellers. That’s done. Finito. And as much as I hate to say it: Sayonara, sister. Until we meet again.

So, get yer ears back on, okay, pardners? How about a brain teaser for a quick reboot: Who gets the open seat if a little old lady and a pregnant woman are standing up on the subway? I say the little old lady every time: She’s earned it by living so long. I also say that the pregnant lady knew what she was getting into; that poor little old lady had no idea that life would suck so much at an advanced age. Are you with me? Am I a complete dickwad? Maybe that’s the point.


A Smiths lyric does the job: “I want the one I can’t have, and it’s driving me mad; it’s written all over my face” (not to mention my asswipe of a blog).