Freaky Freddy Gets Loaded and Pissed

God, I was pissed. I could not believe my luck. First thing, I needed to get real fucked up. My usual dealer was out of town, so I bought some good sticky green buds off this dude out of his broken down Volkswagen bus. I then indulged in a little sex from this prostitute I had met while walking around. That did it. I had almost no money after those expenses with little hope of obtaining any more.

Why can’t life be more simple? Certain people should not have more money than others. It seemed to me that American society was full of shit. Look at my position: I had less than no money, no job, and little to no food. Nobody was concerned with my welfare; they were only concerned with making their money. Why can’t people understand that all of our department stores and gas stations are lowering the quality of life in our country.

I was wondering about all this as I wandered around stoned and drunk when I realized that it was time to make a statement against all the bullshit. What could I do with no money? I wanted to wipe that damn gas station off the face of the earth as well as my ex- boss. I owned a shotgun, but it would not do the damage I craved to inflict. I needed to make a bomb or something. I had the bomb-making knowledge as I took chemistry in college and I had read the Anarchist’s Cookbook. I just did not have the money. It was not until later that I found someone willing to hear my ideas. Thank God for Ray.