Blog 5: Whenever I have a bad day I just think of these people.

It was Christmas time, and Devon hated christmas. Perhaps it was because of his religion (or lack there of) or because he was a grinch, or because he just hated the meaning of it all; Devon abhorred Christmas. It was the 22nd of December, just three days before the holiday that Devon hated most happend. It was not a good week for him, and indeed, maybe even not a good month. It was one of those times for him where little things add up to big things, and he just ended up being more pissed off than usual. At least more than his face could hide. He never understood why people were so happy during the Christmas season. He knew it wasn't for the meaning of the actual holiday, it was because people got free shit.

“Yea, free shit.” he brooded to himself.

“The last time i got free shit was......too damn long ago to remember. I’ll just go and have my fun. As usual....”

But it was Devon’s fun that got him into trouble. As his inebriated state caused him a dangerous slip on black ice while J-walking a crossing, which caused to him to be clipped by a passing car. Devon only suffered minor cuts and bruises, but they still hurt, even to him. Devon, the person who when someone asked him, “How are you feeling today?” he responds with, “Not much.” and actually literally means it. Devon was angry at the stupid orphanage kids who would go door knocking looking for money they know no one has. Devon was angry at the weather, he hated the cold, and it hated him (which in his mind only made things colder). Between the cold outside, and his self fulfilling prophecies of things being colder in his mind, plus the general coldness Devon exudes as his “natural” personality, things were pretty much cold as fuck, bleak as hell, and shittier than the worst Mcshit storms.

“It could be the food.”

Devon again thought to himself. All the vendors had of course started selling Christmas oriented food, and what’s worse than literally having to swallow what you hate most in the world. The blind guy was still playing his annoying songs (Devon hated “A Christmas Carol” the most), and Devon wasn't getting very many requests during his shift at the radio station, because all people wanted was christmas songs, and all Devon chose to play was death metal. The only thing Devon found remotely appealing and funny during this time was Ryan’s brush with death, which he found (somewhat narcissistically) funny.