“Little Anne was never afraid of spiders, she was only afraid of their legs and what they could do to her.”

“Little Anne? **** little Anne.” he thought “Little Anne is a stupid **** ****. who the **** made her up?”

Josef wasn’t very fond of his editors. Josef was a published writer and he was currently going through a writer’s block of some sort and the deadline was looming. The shitty ideas that made him famous were not coming to him anymore.

When I mentioned that he was a published writer I forgot to mention that he wrote children’s books, hence the shitty ideas part. **** this guy he doesn’t do **** but think of stupid little stories about a little **** named little Anne. Little Anne sounds like an innocent girl that is about to get raped in some dark alleyway.

I’m not jealous of this guy at all, I just think he’s a dumb bastard. I’ve tried to get published, but to my demise I was turned down every time because my stories didn’t have enough plot or didn’t have all the necessary components for a good novel like a beginning, middle, climax and an ending. I mean who the **** made up all of this ****? Probably some dumb English bastard whose name no one remembers. All that is remembered is the retarded superfluous **** that he came up with just to make some money. Just like that arrogant prick Josef

Its ten o’clock and I gotta be getting to my interview. I have an interview at a gas station down the street. I’m a poor and struggling artist. I don’t know if I can even call myself an artist. I don’t have any work of arts in my house, really.

When I mentioned I tried to publish a story I forgot what happened after they were denied the idea. I thought of either suicide or burning the paper and destroying my laptop. Naturally I decided just to destroy my laptop even though my life is just as worthless as the life of a laptop.

Before I go any further I think its important for you, the reader, to know that I have a masters degree in English literature and could be teaching at a school right now, but where I live they don’t want any teachers they just want students. I know it sounds stupid but these Nazi **** here won’t hire me because they want more students in the room and less teachers. I mean I’m starting to believe that these bastards are scheming some evil plan that might just be the next third reich or lets call it the fourth reich by reaching out to these kids and not letting normal people teach.

Well I’ve made my coffee that I paid 50 cents for a pound at the shelter for bums. I think it’s pathetic; I live in an apartment in the center of the city that I only got because my parents deceased and my brother is a rich and prosperous guy, so he didn’t need the apartment. He owns a penthouse just down the street. We aren’t really in touch though; I don’t like his ideas and daily exhaustions of the principles of capitalism. **** that that’s not me.

I’m on my way now to the gas station and of course I’m running late. I can never be on time I’m a struggling artists. Who the **** said that we show up on time. Sometimes I wish I was an Andy Warhol silk screen or something like that because then I think people wouldn’t give a **** what I looked like, but they would just adore me because I was made by a faggot in a blonde wig. Too bad Jesus wasn’t a faggot in a blonde wig, maybe I’d be a little easier on the eyes and people wouldn’t discriminate against my passion for drugs and literature.

I’m about to go inside. I’ve decided to smoke a cigarette before I actually go in there and get interviewed by some guy who never finished secondary school but will be my boss even though I have a masters degree.