This has not been a good couple of days for the old Benanator. First my therapist determined that the reason I overeat is because my life is an aching void empty of anything that could provide me emotional nourishment. So I've got that going for me, which is nice. Then I had a massive fight with my mother, who wants me to come visit our old house in upstate New York which is infested with step-family. She has no comprehension why it might be difficult for me to go back to a home I lived in when I had a RADICALLY DIFFERENT LIFE while it is currently being lived in by people I don't know and who don't like me. People who, none of you will recall but I very much do, tore apart my childhood bedroom and threw my shit out into a dumpster while COMPLETELY ignoring me.
These are the times that try men's souls, right? When you're alone and unappreciated and fighting, fighting, fighting. The only thing to do is to listen to "Jessie's Girl" like 800 times and wash your shame and pain and bitter loneliness out of your mind because tomorrow's another day and the way out of the pit lies forward forward forward forward towards the light. In life there is no such thing as surrender.
I hope I haven't bummed you out too much with my abject misery, it too will pass. To lighten your spirits once again here is a picture of a doggie pimp: