Me and my monkey

Hi. Hello. How are you?

This is the first entry in what just may be the most fucking repulsive exercise in futility anyone has ever witnessed...or it may well be brilliant. I'm smiling right now, and feeling like an ass doing it, but this blog is mine, and believe what I have to say or not, all that I have to say is real and true. This will be my refuge. It will help me vent on what I now realize is the only life I will ever have, and oh my God, I know now that there must be witnesses. There must be an audience.

I have a monkey gnawing on my index finger and the only way to get him to stop is to spit in his eye. Believe me, he is ugly, and his reaction is as repulsive as it is immediate. He is now screaming at me from under an endtable. Ohhhh (laughing) how he hates me now. You dirty fucking monkey.

Now.

Do you also hate me as the monkey does, or do you hate this bastard monkey as I do? Oh, I know. You don't really know either of us yet. But you will.

Ohhhhh, you monkey. You look at me like you used to look at your mother. Disdain. Utter disdain. Fuck. Why I ever brought you to this hellhole, I'll never know. But here it is...in the end, you need to be here.

You see? In the end, I suppose I will be what you want me to be. You can act as the voyeur, and witness all the sickness, or simply dismiss it as entertainment. But I promise, you will never forget me. These words will stay with you. These images will haunt you. And remember...

I will always have the last word.