Diary of a Dead Man Walking. 6/30/17. Empty Pockets.

I was once one of those irritating people who would rise and shine with the purpose of conquering the day. You know the type. While you’re still guzzling caffeine trying to remember your name, they’re already trying to accomplish something worthwhile. Bloody idiots. Since I’m no longer one of those types I have no remorse in chastising their unnatural behavior. It’s kind of like being an ex-smoker.