megalomaniac
6/02/2010 “When we make our own misery, we sometimes cling to it even when we want to so bad to change, because the misery is something we know. The misery is comfortable.” I was manufacturing and selling drugs. And profit was huge, so was my ego. "I’m fucking busy. Be a pal. Call me back. If you have to be a bitch about it, leave me a message after the beep." The line always went dead, rarely did anyone leave me a message. I needed to be pulled away from it. Each message, a warning about why I didn’t have time to chat. Sarcasm was my only source of entertainment. My sarcasm should have been taken more seriously. "I can’t come to the phone right now, I’m negotiating the price of a kilo of American’s finest." "Yep, you’ve reached me. I’m currently test driving a Lamborghini under the influence." "Out seeking love revenge fucking a stripper." That was my favorite, it always pushed Shannon’s buttons, and she’d leave a message. And there was so...