April 7, 2000
Woke up with my face in a pile of dogshit. Oh well, can't complain. At least I have another chance seize the day and to rise to my potential.
"To become what we are capable of becoming" - isn't that the purpose of life? After all, we all hit our low points. Tragedy besets even the best of us. The most we can do, is to pull ourselves up by the - Hey, what's that? Looks like half-empty bottle of Thunderbird! Praise the Lord! I've struck gold! Hey Tyrone - how do you like that? That's right! Who's your daddy? Who's your daddy?
June 10, 2000
Tried looking for aluminum cans today. Didn't have much luck. Got too caught up in the idea of finding a half-eaten drumstick from Kentucky Fried Chicken. Never did find one. Had to settle for a moldy hot dog bun. It wasn't bad, at least compared to that piece of gristle from a Gyro that someone spit out into a napkin. Jesus, I wish people would be more conservative with their yogurt sauce.
August 14, 2000
Came to the realization that food, shopping carts, and all other material possessions that surround us in our daily lives are of minor importance when once considers the insignificance of the individual human life in the context of the timeless universal nothingness of which we are all a part. That idea made me feel a little better this morning as I watched the yuppies walk past me listening to portable CD players, wearing expensive Armani suits, and smiling with the joy of being alive. Oh, fuck them.
October 27, 2000
Came up with a great way to scam old ladies at bus stations. Hung out at the platform, and grabbed their suitcase before asking if they needed any help. Then when we got to the taxi stand and they didn't tip me enough, I just ran away with the suitcase. My supply of Depends undergarments hit the roof. Should come in handy.
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