This is going to screw up my ride home.

If you’re going to kill yourself, be a sweet little weak minded fuck and don’t mess up the day for the rest of us.  Swallow some pills in your bed room.  Stick you head in the oven.  Go in the garage and chew on the end of a shotgun.  I really don’t give a fuck how you do it.  And personally, I say good riddance to you.  If you can’t handle the pressure of being a grown up in a big city then the societal  gene pool doesn’t need you.

Now that I’ve cleared that off my chest – any body need a slug rider out to Stone Road?