You wanted Shady and chopped liver, right?
Tough. On both counts.
It’s jus’ li’l ole me. And him. And them. And…Oh dear, I’m getting carried away with myself and my imaginary friends again, once more aren’t I? How do I manage it?
I honestly do not know.
If I could share my literary lunacy then I would, but popular that would make me not. And hey, everyone wants to be loved, yeah? Of course we do – that’s why we’re here, but Shakespeare didn’t make any friends by inviting ghouls to the feast did he? Nah. So let’s get back to the subject in hand – Telling it like it is, on a Tuesday. A Tuesday I tell you, who ever thought of that needs a lifetime of Monday’s… sigh.
Tuesday is the crappest day of the week – fact.
It’s a misnomer: a waste of my time and most definitely yours.
TUE-your-foot-off-because you can’t be bothered-SDAY.
There can be no other use for this shit day.
However, if you don’t – do this with it:
Remember 9/11… Tuesday?
The day the music died?
Yep, a Tuesday…
Then there was this:
These excuses for human beings shot a school up – please….
They are someone’s boys, someone’s sons. Somebody somwhere is wondering what they did wrong. How did we all get it so wrong? Ask yourself. Seriously, ask yourself.
Take it on the chin, it’s Tuesday.