I know that residing in a trailer park is not easy. The unskilled labor market is a series of ups and downs; one day work is easy to come by, the next you are at home sucking down a fifth of Old Grandad and chain smoking Pall Malls wondering where the hell you went wrong. Before you know it, you are diagnosed with cancer. Instead of sitting down and evaluating your life with some thought and introspection you decide that you are going to "go out crazy." That is fine by me. Go out crazy. Shoot up a giant hit of smack. Jump from an airplane with no parachute. That is crazy. Fucking your sister? That is going out disgusting, not crazy.

Labels: open letter, perversion