I guess I´m too used to sitting in a small room and making <br />words do a few things. I see enough of humanity at the <br />racetracks, the supermarkets, gas stations, freeways, cafes, <br />etc. This can´t be helped. But I feel like kicking myself in <br />the ass when I go to gatherings, even if the drinks are free. <br />It never works for me. I´ve got enough clay to play with. <br />People empty me. I have to get away to refill. I´m what´s best <br />for me, sitting here slouched, smoking a beedie and watching <br />this creen flash the words. Seldom do you meet a rare or <br />interesting person. It´s more than galling, it´s a fucking <br />constant shock. It´s making a god-damned grouch out of me. <br />Anybody can be a god-damned grouch and most are. Help!