I enjoy meals the most when I cook for myself. My grandmother has been visiting every weekday for the past month because of family issues and has been making dinners. It’s really irritating, because there is no kind way to tell her no or just cook my own food when she’s hovering around the kitchen. To me, eating meals lacking in protein and flavor seems like a complete waste of time and stomach real estate. Eat strong if you want to be strong, eat shit if you want to be shit.

If you’re slowly j-walking across Kingsway on a Sunday morning at 3:00 AM, while holding a can of beer and shrugging at me with the assholish “You want to fight?” look, then you are clearly fucking nuts. Of course, the sensible thing for me to do was to swerve around this skinhead and press on the horn. However, if it were someone with an irrationaly bad temperment I’m sure they would have savored flattening him into the pavement.

Haha, I have mastered the art of grilling 1.5″ thick pork chops.

On Saturday morning, between the hours of 3:00-6:00 AM the underground parkade of my apartment building had 21 cars broken into. Luckily, my car was completely untouched, for it is clean, tidy, and holds nothing of significant monetary value. My trunk has had the torsion rods removed for over a year and weighs a good 40 lbs+, meaning that if a thief were to get it open, they could end up getting their neck broken with a surprise guillotine.

I came home at approximately 3:00 AM and was unable to see or hear anything, however I’ve been wondering what I would have done if I were to meet these perpetrators. One of the obvious things to do would be to call the police, but they can really take their sweet time. Being an overly rational being, 99.9% of the time I would probably call them and barricade the entrance/exit of the lot with my car.

I keep wondering, what if I were given such an opportunity to exercise vigilance upon these thieves? If I was at the end of my rope, with no light at the end of the tunnel, my black heart wholly filled and eyes like blazing fire, I cannot clearly explain the details of which excellence my heart would lust to do upon them. It’s a very carnal instinct within, hungering and thirsting to set wrong upon the wicked, of course such monsters within can only dream of being fed. Surely, they could have guns and shoot me right between the eyes, which is why I would only seek recklessly to kill them if I wanted to die.

We live in a world of laws made to protect us, but in turn, many a time they protect those who would often be maimed and slaughtered in many other countries. It has been proven that cruel times breed cruel people, but sometimes they’re a cancer that should inevitably be stopped.