Fight or flight

It's ugly at times. I can see the highway from where I sit. A dog is sniffing along the curb as cars barely miss it. The library is full of underdressed children dumped off by their libral parents who difray the guilt of being disgusting by making the librarians babysitters. In the town every one is drunk. The only way I can feel drunk is by abstaining. But this shit happens everywhere. Everywhere. Living is slogging through ankle deep vomit.