aj_paradiselost

So the fucking doctor wants me on Anti-depressants. fuck it, I'll try anything once. It was a fucked up day at work. Some chicks thought it would be funny to shrink wrap my leather jacket into a ball. Well they did it and we were almost down two employees. The stupid fuckers. The Metalheads and punks back in my day would have left them broken and bleeding. I somehow found the strenght not to leave a trail of bloody carnage in the work place. Yet I did warn them that if they touched anything that belonged to me again that I promised they would be a fucking Statistic. My old lady knows better than to fuck with my Leather.
Anyway, about 13 years ago I suffered from Anxiety and I think that is where my doctor thinks I am going again. Whatever, she wants me to take some shit that isn't addictive and I was like, look, between fucking Lager and nicotine how many addictions can one fucker fit in? I'll take her fucking pills and see what happens. I'm not depressed but lets face it, the system fucking sucks. So, i'm gonna fucking split now, maybe go out to my bar tomorrow night. I'm sure there will be sobriety check points out the ass but I'm not worried about it. I only drink two pints when I have to fucking drive. Anyway, you fuckers have a good holiday. I'm outta of here......L8er.