When I get feeling frustrated, I hit my head on something. It lets you dull your senses a bit; meet the damage of a couple rum drinks. There's a certain area near the front, through the alley, up the emergency staircase - watch that last step. It's the part of the brain that controls righteous indignation. Slam it hard a good few times. Not too hard. If you draw blood, don't worry. Chances are it was just something poking out from the surface you weren't able to see, from accidentally hitting the part of your brain that controls vision on an earlier occasion.
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Saturday, June 12, 2010
Davy Headbanger
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