All I wanted was to get some goddamned antihistamine at the dollar store. That’s it. That is all I wanted. But ofcourse, no matter where I go or what I do, assbags just seem to find me and attempt to shit on me in some way or another. And the kicker is I am really friendly. Like REALLY friendly. I honestly have no problems with anyone other than the usual chum scrubbers we all have problems with (bigots, pedophiles, bad drivers), but in the same breath, I have a switch. And when some ignoramus (yay for sounding like my Grandma) wants to test those limits, it flips my switch pretty quick. Like, for example, the racist old veteran who just told me, and I quote,”A Jap woulda cut my head off…” because of the hat I was wearing. No, really, this JUST happened to me a little under an hour ago. I am so filled with rage that it is hard to type this with shaky hands, but my hands are shaking from multiple revelations, which will reveal themselves over the course of this insane story. And though I say my life is like a movie, I never say from which genre. That is for you, and fate, to decide. I am leaning toward tragic comedy, though.