Sitting at the bus stop absorbing the atmosphere of loneliness & homelessness, it helps to pretend my soul is broken by depression & sadness. Imitating these characteristic traits are valuable if I’m going to survive the restaurant world of continuous criticisms and secret plots. Just being deeply sad & depressed isn’t enough to feed the ego of entertainment. You have to be baptize in a pool of your own self-hate and hear the voice of the culinary catholic God saying how much he despises your existence and that the restaurant world was right, God didn’t die on the cross for ..my sins.
