How are you? That's a rhetorical question. I'm so tired, I don't even really remember what the word rhetorical even means right now, but I've heard people use that expression before, and it made them seem really smart and stuff, so I thought I would try to pass myself off as clever using it as well. So, anyway, now that I've put aside the task of trying to act smart, I'm going to, . . . , uh, uh well um, I forgot about that as well. I think it had something to do with how I don't like people staring at me on the subway, but I'm not quite sure. It was something along those lines. Like about how when I stare at them back, they look away, but that could just be my imagination. I wonder what my coworkers think when I smell like alcohol every single day. Is it against the rules to smell like beer at work? So, anyway, now that I'm done being clever. Let's just cut to the chase. I got major butt rot the other day. Oh boy, let me tell you. It wasn't pleasant. What the fuck? That wasn't the chase I was trying to cut to what so ever. Hold on, Hold on, give me a chance to get a hold of my bearings whatever that means. Which bearings am I trying to get a hold of and why? Why do I need to hold these bearings? Please help me. Seriously, I need help. I don't understand why I keep repeating these meaningless expressions. It's just stuff that I heard. I'm just trying to act like I'm saying something deep, and it's not going well. It's starting to frustrate me. I just want me to be heard. You know, I have so much to much to give to the world, and unfortunately, it usually just comes out like unintelligible gibberish. I just want myself to be heard. I have an active mind. I really do. You gotta trust me on this one. It's just, it's just I don't know ,..., it's just like something I was hearing somebody say the other day. I don't actually remember what they were saying. I was totally blacked out, but it seemed to make sense at the time, and I wanna start being like that. I wanna turn over a new leaf or a stone or whatever inanimate object somebody was talking about the other day. I was so shit-faced drunk, I couldn't even stand up anymore under my own will. But, I'm telling you, really really. They sounded so smart, and I wanna start sounding like that because that's me. Super Smart Tomatoes. I'm an incredible person. It's just people usually fail to realize it. Because I don't know. It probably has something to do with politics I guess. I don't know. My mother always told me, "Politics is only to be discussed amongst adults" and I thought I was an adult and everything, but apparently, I still don't have any idea what the hell I'm talking about. I mean, it seems blatantly obvious that Israel is totally evil, but you know, I'm still learning about life and the world and everything, and I guess I just have to take people's word for it that the jewish occupation of Palestine is somehow justified. You know, because they're white and stuff, and the U.S. government backs it, and if they back it, it must be good, right? I mean, the right wing dictatorships of Chile, El Salvador, and Guatemala? Those were good things just like Israel is, right? You know there's nothing wrong with anything if it's done in moderation. Even if it's apartheid. Even if it's murder. Just as long as you only kill 100,000 people max. The Nazis? Now, that's wrong. They killed way too many people. Especially, since the people they were killing were white. You can kill 1,000 poor, brown-skinned Palestinians, and that's just "defense". But, if just one single Israeli soldier loses his life while he was invading a foreign country, and somebody got the fortunate opportunity of killing him for what was is in actuality truly defense, that's such a travesty. That's such a huge travesty, we even hear about it all the way over here. They don't mention the fact that he was directly responsible for the deaths of thousands of Arabs. Good thing, I don't have a say in matters. Hitler's ghost would visit me at night and shake my hand. Not for the right reasons though. I'm anti-racist. And that's the specific reason I would like to revisit the Holocaust. You know what it reminds me of? The cycle of abuse. The dad hits the mom that hits the big brother that hits the little sister that hits the dog that bites the cat that mauls the rat. The rat is Palestine.