I should be studying but I can’t because my retard brother, his whore girlfriend and her abused first kid, not his, are here stinking the place out of it. My brothers’ first kid is due sometime in the future. It will be her second kid. My brother is twenty-five, I think, and the whore of Sodom is twenty-two, I suppose.
Science dictates that kids born from a whore mother and a retard father are doomed to failure and probably an early drug induced death. Before the kid dies, they usually ruin some other peoples’ lives, like an unfortunate relation who never wanted to be involved in the first place.
Anyway, I can’t study because those evil sub-humans stress me out with their collective presence. My mind is curling up into a ball as I type. I am going to fail my exams and I have no excuse.
“Uh, my brother, who is a raving, drunken asshole, and the ghastly bitch he lives with come home with her five year old accident when I need to study and act like humans so they can inherit some money off my parents…” will not be tolerated as a reason to why I failed third year.
So, in the distant future, if you spy a poor homeless motherfucker looning on about his crackpot life being shattered by Satan’s shit personified, throw him some money because it might be me.