'25 NBA ATS
Day One
Record: 2-2
“I see the worst in people Henry. I don't need to look past seeing them to get all I need. I built up my hatred over the years, little by little. Having you here gives me a second breath. I can't keep doing this on my own. WIth these… ummm… people.”
When you walk outside a lot and you feel like a retard wearing earphones, you start to form deep emotional attachments to the people who you see enjoying the same physical space as you. Especially when you favor a typical route. Without speaking one word to each other, all sorts of delicious details reveal themselves to you. Real, or imagined.
The sordid details of other people’s lives reveal themselves.
There is this one man. A runner. A fast runner. Someone who enjoys running for the simple act of going fast.
This man does not wear headphones. His mind is free to roam along with his body. Along the path, he waves to the other members of the initiated. The other people who really run for the love of the game. For he is their leader, and as such he has an obligation to exchange pleasantries with the other members.
This man is a doctor. How do I know that? Well, I don’t for certain. It’s just that I’ve seen him at Whole Foods while I was getting canned beans and st****** scented c******. He was wearing medical scrubs. So maybe he’s one of those faggy male nurses. But he isn’t Phillipeanno or any other kind of Jungle Asian. This man is white. White, bald, and absolutely shredded. He even dresses up for trips to Uncle Jeff’s Amazon Return Center! We’re talking jeans and dress shoes! In Florida!
This man is all things that are great, but there’s one issue with him. His female attachment is ugly. Not an ugly face with tasteful implants and a lower half that she’s worked tirelessly in the gym for either. Just plain ugly. Ass and tiddies are not what she brings to the party.
And the worst thing is that this impossibly excellent man looks happy with this sack of Russet potatoes! He’s happy to walk around the bourgeois grocery store. He’s happy to take her out to the café in downtown that all the middle-aged professionals go to on weekend mornings! He’s satisfied with this hideous woman! And he’s clearly excellent! He probably doesn’t even know what it’s like to have a Nuclear Weapon Woman. It’s sad. It’s sad that a man like him who is so clearly incredible, is happy to live his days with this brown Mallard duck of a woman.
It breaks my heart. This man deserves better. The most profound love you can experience is with someone who you enjoy talking to. Someone who you think of as “smart” or whatever. But even then, there needs to be a certain threshold that’s met.
She does not meet that threshold.
This man is the St. Pete equivalent of Lord Voldemort. Utterly brilliant but anchored down by a supporting cast that’s average AT BEST.
Yeah, that was an incredible game! Was the Clippers-Nuggets game 1 better than any game from last year’s playoffs? Both those teams are light years ahead of the Sixers and Knicks from last year, and that series was probably the most entertaining from last year’s pukefest. I’m really ashamed that I even considered watching Fucks-Retarded Rabbits instead of that game! My goodness, that was amazing! And the Nuggets won while the Clippers covered! So I got the best of both worlds! Yay, me!
