The Moments Can Define Nothingness.

There is this hideous shithole downtown called Roys. I've never been in obviously, but they always have a tacky sign advertising their happy hour and date rapings. Nothing over $5.95. One thing they don't seem to advertise is the nest of mutantly huge spiders hanging from their north facing eaves. Disgusting. Hideous wretched things. I hiss at them every time I pass. Forged from the mind of psychopath robots in the depths of hell they stirred our slumber & we curse their very existence. Filthy wretches.

And since we're on the subject of unpleasant hideousness the Office Jesus is just simply off the hook. Relentless. There is no stopping him or his awesome dedication to his work. Checking his work email from his phone while at the bar on Friday night because he's that "dedicated" and telling every two people about it at ear splitting volume. Again. Conversation trap like a nest of mutant spiders we avoid his perceived mad technical skill involving emailing shit to himself. Also find the series of links one would have to email to oneself just to check an email one doesn't wish to read from a bar one would otherwise be enjoying, quite exhausting.

Clumsy attempts to start conversations with the "cool kids" defeat him. He does, however, have two ladies fighting over who gets to grab coffee with him in the mornings, although one of them has lost all interest and Office Jesus doesn't seem to notice which is a delight we can't help but relish. It is a tee-total spectacle I can't lie.