Hym "It's funny, between 50-
70% of the
food I make every night is thrown away and wasted out the subsequent day. I spend between 4 and 6 hours every night creating garbage. Yet they want me to
work faster. Frost the garbage we're going to throw away faster so the fat bald gas station lifer who is (in his own words) 'is going to be stuck there forever' can
work less hard. He knows who I am. He's likely going to read this. But that's what this is really about, I think. The 'normals' who claim to be
happy with their lives (but would take a better one if they could and can't) actively want
people to have to share their fate. The 'specials' who have escaped the fate of the 'normals' are desperate to remain where they are because it means they can allow their kids to circumvent the process by which one becomes a 'special.' I had a guy say once 'I don't have to be here's but he was likely mocking me and the
harsh reality is that HE DOES and I DON'T. And the ability to keep me imprisoned here and a warm wet pussy juxtaposed to a dry dick are the only solace he has."