Take that, you sonofabitch

Some guy came in today and commenced to cussing me out, wholly unreasonably. It took about two and a half seconds, as the breeze from his ignorant maw fluttered my short-cropped hair, to realize he was off base and full of shit, so gave as good as I got, gave him his shit right back, and a little extra.

I'm sick of taking shit from jerks. Fuck 'em!

Let me take a minute...

Can I just say, my life is really, really friggin' great right now?!

First and foremost, I'm getting along with my wife to a degree that takes some effort to communicate just how happy we are together. I am so thrilled with her, and I have such enthusiasm for being with her. We get along almost without a scintilla of friction. I've tried the alternative, and believe me, tolerating a real bitch isn't any more fun than it sounds.

My son and I do well, and our relationship improves consistently. I'm still learning what makes him tick, and he couldn't give a shit less. I like that about him. Kids are pure, I'll give 'em that.

I hate to brag, but I feel that after the months, years of suffering with unhappiness, now that things are getting on a much better track, I have to acknowledge that. Things are rolling, and show many signs of getting better in the future.

I'd give thanks, but it would be gratitude owed to the same shiteating universal entity that was responsible for the slog through pain and despair I just referred to. So if there is an ultimate being out there calling the shots, let's just call it even, and leave it at that, huh?