Yeah, at first I thought he was either disturbed, or speaking figuratively about pain "shooting" through his back. The slow dawn of him actually being shot made me feel extra shitty. Five for revealing my inner scumbag to me.
basically rather depressing but maybe due to my generalized confusion about life/websites/submitters. i'm too drunk to know how to read messages right? maybe.
I got drunk enough last night to agree to do stand-up at a friend's upcoming birthday concert. It will be a trainwreck. Before drinking I'd also tried extending an olive branch toward a troll on 54E which seemed to annoy the non-troll jangbones. Or maybe he was joking; I'm too autistish to tell. It's a crazy mixed up exy. I'm in the South for the holidays so now I'm going where every hung-over person filled with confusion/regret goes: out to waffles.