The boy in the bubble...

I like to isolate from all the rapes, mudslides, murders, earthquakes, hurricanes, bombings, plane crashes, congressmen sending out pictures of their dicks, baby murders, presidents promises, wild brush fires, governments withholding cures to keep the insurance money coming in.... blah blah blah.... by NEVER watching the news.

Sure "enough people can make a change," but i'm not one of them . When it is time to grab a gun and play Red Dawn trust me, I will be the first one over the fence into the compound. Until then I will keep my mind numbed with Family Guy and Snapped.

I like my little bubble just the way it is, filled with music, friends, family, and the occasional girl thrown in. When my lovely city breaks off into the ocean, the bomb hits, or zombies take over the Beverly Center, I don't want to fucking know about it until it happens. I'll just grab a gun and sit on the porch eating a cold can of kidney beans... waiting for some poor hungry family to try and open the fence door, so I can watch my friends slice their throats until the heads are dangling off their backs by a tiny strip of skin.