I should have a switch installed in my brain that turns on a insanely drunk/stoned mode that makes me pass out immediately. I don't know why my brain fights me. Maybe late night insulting radio talk host would be the perfect profession for me. People will call up, I'll tell them why I hate or pity them, and then I can sleep as day cracks.

Hopefully I'm going Fight Club and my alter ego is out there while I'm "sleeping" and is forging a secret society of individuals who are fighting off the tourists in this city. I have been getting strange yet knowing looks from guys at bars. That could be because I fucked, or attempted to fuck their girlfriends.