I’m a generally grumpy person. It doesn’t take much before I’m considering a homicidal rampage. This morning really tested me.

Because I’m both cheap and poor, I only ever put 10 dollars in my gas tank at a time. But why the fuck does it take the gas pump twice as long to go from $9.50 to $10.00 as it does from zero to $9.49. I’m sitting there, watching the meter and everything is moving along at a nice, rapid pace and then BAM!! We slow to a crawl for the last .50 cents of fuel - which by my calculations is the equivalent of a hearty cum-shot worth of gasoline.

That same fucking gas pump has no problem charging my credit card (on the rare occasion that I acutally have money on it) at lightening fast speeds, but apparently when it comes to dispensing the last .50 cents worth of gas we just haven’t figured out how to make it stop exactly at the amount that I paid for. So instead I have to spend the next 3 hours of my morning staring at an orange fucking gas pump.

Unacceptable.

32 people dead. Official reports are putting the death toll at 33. I refuse to count the gunman as a human, so my toll is 32. An act so abhorrent could not be committed by someone with a soul - with a heart, with flesh as our own. He is no human. He is subhuman.

You may have come here looking for a laugh. You won’t get it today, chief. I suppose this isn’t the way to start off my blog. Trust me, I’d rather be writing about whiskey and getting laid. But today is not the day. Not today. To ignore this tragedy just to get you to chuckle would be doing a disservice to those student who were hunted and killed by a cowardice sub-species of animal. This could have been OSU. This could have been you.

A college campus is supposed to be a safe place. Parents send their children off to school - sometimes thousands of miles away - and trust that there are no crazy fucks with access to firearms looking to “square the deal” with the world. Crazy Fucks.

Maybe later I will make you laugh. But not now. 32 people - 1 Chickenshit.