>Your call, you know, you gotta shit on a wonderful place because you've got regrets about your shitty life, whatever, man. I've got a goddamn hole in my wrist, it's iced, typing will not hurt for another couple of hours, I'm done being incredulous at your insistence on making the world worse by complaining about shit you ain't even gotta do. God*damn*, dude. Go get your dick sucked and eat a burger, it's Friday night.