Number #57 - Good Days;
Do you know what got me angry today? Nothing. Not one damn thing.
I woke up, felt okay, i ate a really good orange. Walked back from work without getting splashed by a bus or attacked by a cyclist and I remembered to bring my good pen with me.
Had a good meeting in the morning, ate creamy lentil soup at lunch and read some interesting reports in the afternoon, then relaxed to a few episodes of 'Friends' and 'Everybody Loves Raymond'.
Later on a few mates came over, and drank a decent amount of alcohol. That's a pretty good day.
What the hell is the Big Bad Bastard supposed to do with a good day?
Write a poem fucking about it? Not freekin' likely.
The Big Bad Bastard.