Being bi-polar is fun.

It's the top of the ninth, you're in Wrigley and you're with 45,000 other screaming drunks. The Cardinals lost again. It comes down to one last pitch--one final strikeout. It's done. You've taken the lead in the division. Wait...HOLY HELL! We have the lead! YYYEEEEAAAHHH--





Yes! Yes! It's gonna happen! 1908 my ass, we're takin' it in 2009!

"But, it's only August. Your favorite month is coming up soon."

Shut up. This is our year. We can feel it. It's coming.

"You've said this for how many years now?"

Well, we beat the hell out of your Reds!

"OH. My God. You're right. What a feat that is. Holy shit."

Yeah, that's right. You might as well be a Cubbie fan, too.

"Hey, who do you play now?"

Marlins. We'll beat their ass.

"....oh yeah? Last I recall..."







"Shut up. That was then. This is now."

[a day passes]

"Hey, what's up?"

Fuck you.

"Whoa, hey...what's wrong?"

I don't want to talk about it.

"Sure?"

FUCKING GREGG, GOD DAMN HIS ASS!

"You were so happy a day ago, man."

This is a typical conversation carried on with a Cubs fan from Indiana. God bless 'em for having so much pride in their team and being over-emotional day in and day out. They continue on this pace, their short-lived lives will thin the herd.

On that note, go Reds and don't mess with Texas.

Aw, hell.

What a summer. I've only made time to do a couple of things:

- Work
- Sleep

Best summer I've had yet. From May through July, I had to serve my prison sentence at Five Star Distributing, a beer distribution center located in northern Indiana. Many times I worked 50 hours per week. Yay money, boo sleep. I also missed out on the simple things such as watching movies or heading out to the local watering hole with some friends. I've had no time for this. Some other examples/reasons I missed out on writing:

- Watching Pulp Fiction.

That's all that needs to be said, really. Now if you'll excuse me, I will start to write an article or two...and reach for my wallet...it's the one that says "Bad Mother Fucker."