“Hate”, you just can’t quit it

I hate it when everything stops going well. I hate it when everything goes wrong. But most of all, I hate it when I can’t smoke a cigar. I hate that in this shit world all the snow is like small pieces of shit: you get a 10, then that means you’ll just get a 4 next time; you smile and laugh, it just means someone is planning to piss you off; and what’s worse, you never think of these as bad things, because “it could be worse”.
Worse?! Worse my ass. There is no such thing as looking into the future seeing that tomorrow a car will run over you. There is no such thing as second thoughts, the first thought is just the stupidest idea you could come up with, and the second one? It’s the old saying “I’ve just peed and I have to go again”. It doesn’t mean it comes in a row, it’s just that you couldn’t finish the first time. So don’t think twice, just do it better or you’ll never stop peeing.
Whatever, shit still happens even if cops are around, even if friends are around, even if… And will always be the same.

A page full of hate won’t make me smile, it’ll just make me pee. Because I’ll laugh my ass off after the first shot.