To celebrate what comes after and I do not

To celebrate what comes after and I do not mean the Aftermath. Bloodletting creates itself and is expected to a point. Raw feelings are put aside or postponed in the face of mutual

respect, yet my hate seemed to seep through, as I cut off the rest.

I hated them so much that I resolved to never speak to any of them again. Those horrible people, they are the worst.

People who don't wash fruit before eating it. Absolutely disgusting, and you can't trust them.

And those bite into a Kit Kat bar instead of breaking it into pieces -- absolutely terrible.

It could make a man practically psychopathic, the way some people went about their lives in such unfulfilling, dreadful ways. Almost makes a man want to

strip off his suit and run screaming down Wall Street while onlookers go about their daily lives. Is anybody listening? The crazy man wonders

to himself. "Is this the real life? Or is this just fantasy." The naked man then turned off the beatles CD and contemplated why everyone was insistently ignoring him.

John and Yoko were singing "Give Peace A Chance" and the naked man joined them. Their revolution had only just begun. It continues to this day! I joined it, why don't you?