We live, we die, we get fucked.
What we do in between these days is the point of life obviously. So how do we spend our days? In an drunken haze are my best days. Dose that even matter. It sure as hell doesn't feel like it.
The other day I fell, so fucking dandy and my friends response, "well at lest you saved your fag". Fucking great I fell and saved the one thing killing me.