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Damn. Even the large dress shirts hang loosely on me. Seriously, there's room for another person in my shirt. Come here, try it!

Time for a medium?

Sudden Rage

Fuck.
Something I ate is making me goddamn pissed off.
Like curb stomping pissed off.
If I know you, you're safe.

My writing doesn't get past a paragraph before I angrily delete it.
Bah.

stay good, chris. stay good!

And stay good I have.
Anger has been pushed back.
The fiction is sparse and lacking in the flair I'd like.
But it will suffice.

Let the weekend commence, with a quick nap and a glass of port to fortify myself.