I was actually productive yesterday, so my addiction demons have started screaming louder than ever today.
They HATE it when I am productive. Oh it makes them so angry. So they begin aggressively trying to convince me to run back into the comfort of the arms of Schlitz. Usually, they don’t have to try too hard. They know how I love the warm embrace of a cold Schlitz.
But my beloved relationship with Schlitz is also a tragic waste of my time.
And that’s what they’re really about, those demons. Wasting my time. You’d think they’d be more exciting. Like maybe use some lasers that shoot from their eyes. Or like, when I look in the mirror, I see a creepy monster standing behind me, but then when I blink, it’s back to normal.
But no. Real life demons are boring. They just want to waste your time.
Come on. Enjoy the now. With a sixer. That’s what they say. We know what you like. Maybe some pills would be nice. We know you like pills.
SHUT UP YOU DUMB DEMONS! I have a fucking dream I’m working on here you stupid demons!
They don’t care about my dream. Oh no. Those stupid jerks.
Well I have a dream damn it. I want to achieve my dream of my Malibu beach house where I can lie on my private beach property all day drinking out of a coconut. And no jackass demon is gonna get in my way.
Stupid demons.