Holy s__t.

 I can't f__king believe how egocentric and selfish the general public can be. I actually had a customer throw a hissy fit tonight, because I told him we were closing up, and I need to get home as soon as possible. The sonofabitch showed up five minutes before closing, and got offended when I couldn't stay for an hour after close to help him on my own time.

 So on the off chance he, or anyone else like him reads this, here's the "411" on why I couldn't stay, hotshot.

 I HAD TO TAKE MY MOM TO THE HOSPITAL.

 An hour before closing, she sliced a tendon in her hand at the house with a garden trimmer, and bled all over the house like a stuck pig. But unlike the selfish cocks__kers like MOST of you PRICKS are, she insisted on gutting it out until my shift ended, before requiring me to take her there. Not wanting to "inconvience" me at my place of employment. Which most of you dickheads seem to have no issue doing, on MY time.

 Do any of you classless aphids ever stop to think, even for a second, that maybe WE have familes we need to get home to? Or chores that WE need to get done? Or you are still of the notion, that WE live only to serve YOU? If it was up to you, and the corporate hiarchy that runs our places of buisness, we'd be locked up in a small box, and pulled out to serve at your beckoning. But guess what? THAT'S NOT HOW THE WORLD WORKS, A__HOLES. And if a buisness is open 12 hours a day, 6 days a F__KING week, and you STILL can't manage to get your asses there before closing, then it's YOU that has the problem. The problem of "time management". Or dare I say, the lackthereof.

 Personally, were I so inept, I would be too embarassed to even knock on the door of a closed buisness. Even when the doors are locked tight, I see you idiots pulling on them harder, than a grade 7 pubecsent boy pulls on his pecker, during a vintage John Holmes porn vid. S__T. If any one of you, had a shred of conscious in yoru entire body, the sonofabitch would certainly die of lonliness.

 "And that's all, folks!"

 After the failure of yet another relationship (Through no fault of my own, and my first real attempt after four years of self-imposed social exile.), and not wanting to find myself of the buisness end of a booze bender, I decided some much needed therapy was in order. Occasionally, this has been known to involve certain Ghost 'trademark' destructive behaviours. Such as over exercising (Which I don't. I'm just making up for the other 'couch potato' Canadians.), anoxeria (Which I'm not. I'm just "digestively challenged".), and pill-popping ("You mean they DON'T make a powder-blue M&M? I thought it tasted weird...."). Last night, I choose an alternative route to self-medication. Involving copious amounts of Godsmack (Because, let's be honest: Is there an angrier, more awesome band out there right now? I don't f__king think so.), riding my Ninja through a rainstorm (Because if I was a cat, I'd have 8 lives too many already.), and attending a private fetish event, in a seedy district of town (Because there's nothing like the sounds of wails and groans, to soothe the savage beast.).

 I tell ya. Being surrounded by gimps, cross-dressers, adult babbies, and an assortment of other social misfits, really does put the mind at ease. It's ironic in that, I have to seek out such an establishment, with its motley crue of characters, in order to feel a sense of nomalcy. To me, they're more "normal" per se, then most of the "normal" people I encounter on a daily basis. More honest, more upright, and far more consistent. Both emotionally and mentally. And there is something to be said for that. I recently learned, one of the most psychologically damaging events that can transpire in one's life, is when someone you are close to, does a complete, 180 degree turn, in an extremely short span of time. Especially if it's an intimate relationship. Not only does it making one feel lost, confused, and hurt, it also gives one reason to question their own sense of personal judgement. Which, in my opinion, is the greater of the evil's.

 Think about it like this. If someone does something outright against your person, at the very least, you're fully aware of what occured, and can subsequently deal with it on those grounds. On principle alone, you are, essentially, "in the know". Or, if the change or changes in question, take place over a lengthy period of time, at the very least, you can see the end result coming. And therefore, have time to prepare for the inevitable. However, when that change seemingly occurs overnight, without any insight on the "Five W's", it's psychologically tramatizing. Much like the end result, of a right-hook to the jaw, one moment everything is fine. The next, you're starring up from the ground, asking "What happened?". It's totally and competely discombobulating to the psyche. Which is possibly why the sudden death of anything, whether it be a person or a relationship, hurts the worst. Because we're just not programmed to comprehend sudden, dramatic change.

 So in short, I guess what I'm saying, is this. If you have issues, with someone or with a situation, don't leave that person in the dark. At the very least, throw them a bone. Because if you fail to do that, you may be doing more damage, than by keeping silent.

 In the immortal words of Sully Erna..."Speak the truth....Or make your peace some other way."

 Bye for now kids,

 Gh0sT xxx