I think as you get older you realize how many assholes dwell upon your every negative emotion.
As if people are sitting on my lawn with a bag of popcorn waiting for me to open a bottle of whiskey and drink myself to liver damage and eventual death.
It would almost be a blessing to be a whore and release my anger on idiots who think with their penis and come off as being only sexually frustrated instead of just god damned angry.
However being sexually frustrated is only a minor problem.
Goddammit, why can't I just stay home and paint and watch the soccer and eat Taco Bell all day?
I hope everyone gets herpes.
I hate people.