Fuck Fridays

I can honestly say at this point in time, experiences through adolescence aren't really culminating factors that go into adulthood. Sometimes, you get a big head. You know how it is, you find something you're good at, and you're now the shit. Life is never going to throw you a bad hand now. People will be lining up in front of you merely to perform fellatio on you in an arena full of silicone breasted cheerleaders. I, have, however just been introduced to the fate's twisted cousin. I call this cocksucker, Humiliation.

While at the local bar tonight, I decided to play a round of pool with my neighbor. Now, I live in one of those places you saw when Boys N The Hood came out. It's one of those buildings in which I am the only Caucasian. Although here, Caucasian isn't neccessarily the word. It's more like, "There's that white nigga again. Damn, you seen his car?" Yeah, I'm that guy.

Well it just so happens there is another one of us "whities". This bumbling fool is just in his fifties, balding, and an alcoholic. We met ways in the local dive. I engaged him in some semi-witty banter, in which he then proceeded to kick my ass in a game of pool. I am not talking merely a few shots in. I'm talking the only shot I took was to break. I am damn good at pool. I have gotten laid. I have won numerous bets because of this. Never in my life has someone said, "You know, I use to be a Marine. I'm just going to take your money and make you buy me Vodka and Cranberry Juice." I paid for his Vodka Cranberry and I went home. I was seriously just hustled by a man three shades past his prime, for a Vodka with Cranberry juice. Now the damage is irrepairable. I mean if he were a well stacked harlot whom had a nice set of dick sucking lips, I would just let it slide.... But Goddamnit I paid for his Vodka and Cranberry and I went home. The only thing I could think of? Microsoft Word. Fuck you Friday night. You sadistic little whore.