And then, what do you do when you find the cider in your hand, suspended by crafted glass, to be better company than the people you are surrounded by on all sides? And these people, abiding by society’s moralities…they are all so very boring. I find it quite disturbing. The naysayers surround you, but you can never say no. Because, you are a masochist and you can never reach out and take what you desire. So, your dreams go unfulfilled and you find yourself lonely. Jesus whispered in my ear, pull the trigger. Just do it for me. G-d’s minister of wrath. Kill’em all. The preacher went on and I sat frozen, catatonic. My trigger finger pulling hard and wildly. Skull after skull emptying their treasured brains. The bride and groom kissed. I needed a beer and some tits and some ass.