Obscurity and Crude Behavior...

The only sounds i could hear were the shuffling of my feet to get comfortable. I had a long night of writing ahead of me. Coffee and Donuts are commodities that the average man can't enjoy. Why was it like this? Why must a man who's criminally insane not get his coffee and donuts? 19 years old and already my cynicism reaches as far as my hateful gaze upon society. A collection of knives and pornography strewn about my room like intestines on a guilt-ridden highway. A voice shouted "Where the fuck are my smokes?" and i found myself throwing various objects about, as if it were my distaste for everyday American life. My Mother had been pressuring me to stop smoking and join the United States Navy, I told her I'd rather milk the tax payers for their well earned cash by self diagnosing mental conditions. While writing i would stop at various points to pleasure myself, a pass-time I had found myself doing for the past few months. My love for obscurity and crude behavior would only lead to my unemployment and lack of motivation. My period of Gonzo Journalism has started...