Warning: the length of this article may contain explicit, possibly offensive content. readers are discouraged from reading further and are advised to change their fucking mindsets.

okay. now that we are done with the prelude shit, what was i talking 'bout? ya myself. now about me, i'm a stinking wussy. think about a guy who belches a lot, farts a lot, makes much more annoying noises, and revels in the knowledge that he's so disgusting that some ppl prefer to stay away from him. and i haven't even started off on his underwear usage statistics. picture a wasted 20-yr old, who's into drugs, has no dough to pay for anything. you know, a scraggly beard, sunken-in eyes, hair growing 'every-which' way, spec's with one leg hanging out, jeans worn more than a month, same t-shirt for weeks, no bath, no idea where he is, no idea what's he gonna do tomorrow, today or now. Now cut-out the drugs part, and throw in some money, enough to survive through the haze of smoke. and that's only the physical appearance.
talk about integrity, and that's one thing that you won't find in this pathetic figure. he can't stand up for anything he says, can't stand up by himself for anything at all, can argue endlessly about anything even without making sense. his words are worth nothing at all. his life is a lie. he lives just so that his parents can live in the false belief that their 'child' is pursuing his undergraduate studies. the only thread of meaning that he's hanging by is that of his respect for his parents and family. or possibly the cowardice to relieve himself from this despicable existence. nothing holds any interest for him, except possibly the globular appendages of the female species. the way he's dredging along in this river of life, you'll be surprised to know that he even has friends. attributing a pukka palahnuick character would be gross injustice to palahnuick hisself, cos there's so much more disgusting about his chracters, that there exists certain beauty in being able to live a life so low. but even that doesn't hold for this character we are talking about. he's rational, but mindless. he's intelli but definitely stupid. he's trying to grow up, but is still a mindless teenager who doesn't want to. life is rushing past him by the hour, and he's just content if he's let all alone by himself to sit on a rock and watch all this from third-person, puffing away to eternity. but then, he'll have to struggle for food, which again needs some work to do. and work is one thing this fellow despises. he is capable of doing mundane things, but he won't do them, b'coz they're mundane. a pathetic dreamer. loves fantasizing about possibilities, but hates to work for them. he doesn't even hate everything, which would enable people to label him off as a social outcast. all he hates is himself. loves to put people in a fix. but is in a fix himself.

and what still eludes him is the fact that he has friends who believe in him.