So I'm back on the bike. It sucks, been two weeks since I got shot and every single god damn time I pedal my calf burns like shit. At least I got a little laugh on my way to the lake today. Saw some old guy with an army cap on going off on some punk trying to get money playing his pansy little guitar on the sidewalk. Bout time somebody told those guys what they really are. Man I can't stand those punks. Guys like the guy in the army go out and bust our asses everyday, and for some reason they still think they're better than us. Cuz they got talent. America wasn't built on talent, it was built on hard work. And now these punks are trying to take what we earned. That don't fly with me buddy. You know what, I may be miserable but I'm not ashamed. I bust my ass everyday so that people can eat. Try to tell me that I'm a failure. Someone's got to do it, and I stepped and did it. You know, we should stop letting those aspiring artist shop at the supermarket. Make them get their own food. That'll teach them. They should make some kind of reality show like that. I would tune into that one.