March 20, 2003
Aw, to hell with it. It's got nothing to do with you. If you hadn't showed up, it would've been someone else that pissed me off. I'm on the rag, all right? Tired. On edge. So just give me some room and everything'll be peachy in no time. It's amazing how poverty will spoil a man's attitude. Strolling ‘round town with no scratch in the pocket makes him bitter. And there's no excuse for that, considering all the actual suffering. So it'll pass, as all things do. Just shut up and turn down the charm and we'll be just fine.