So last night I decided to watch the eleven o'clock news, you know channel 6 with that weather girl with the big tits. While I was staring at her jugs I happened to overhear the word snow, and sure enough the next morning brought a blanket of cold gray snow. Obviously my favorite weather seeing as I have to ride my bike down to the lake. I had to bang the ice off of my lock on the fire escape when I got down on the ground, some dick tried to yell out at me for waking him up. Probably just another drunk with a hangover. Anyways, I was going through this slush on the side of the road when some jackass walking his dog steps out in the road in front of me. I tried to swerve but ended up lying in the snow. So I got up and started yelling at this guy. Guess what, guy is blind. Dog was one of those helper dogs. Now felt like shit in two ways, I yelled at a poor blind guy and I was covered in dirty slush. So after another miserable day out on the water and on my way home I saw another beautiful sight. A fucking tree had fallen and knocked out the power. My building got power back soon but the damage was done. That building might as well have paper walls, it was colder inside than it was out. I pulled out all of my blankets and went to bed cold and alone.

God almighty it was cold today. That wind was blowin so hard from across the water I almost fell of my damn bike. And to make sure I had a great day when I got to the port my feet got wet. Can you believe that shit. I got to spend eight hours on this god forsaken boat with freezing cold wet feet. Just a wonderful start to another day in my thrilling life. What am I supposed think, "oh how I love the spray of the lake on my face." Yeah that's the truth, just like how I'm going to graduate from college. So we caught some more shitty fish to sell. You know if we didn't cut these fish up ourself I don't think I would have a job. You should see what we get sometimes. They look like God let his three year old kid draw what these fish are gonna look like. I don't even know how some of them swim. And to think that people eat them, we live in a screwed up place. I bet that little retarted boy got that way from eating these damn fish. So when I got back to my place and took my shoes and socks off my feet were purple, are you kidding me. To rid myself of the pain I walked over to that Indian's liquor store. Nice guy, but once again I ended up drinking cheap tequila by myself watching some old episodes of Seinfeld.