True enough ... but you know God kinda likes it when I go off.  I can tell by finding a can of my favorite energy drink, favorite flavor, directly in my path just after.  Ice cold.  He knows.  

We've got a soda deal, in case you didn't know.

Soda comm ... 

If I had to guess, it's because these people are used to getting away with running their bitch ass little fuck face mouths all the time while ass kissing gig seekers take it in silent prayer for the gig they're not getting.

Knees together.  Smile pretty.

And maybe just maybe.

I think God prefers that these people be told the truth.  I think He prefers that people put their own honor over their greed.  And I think He prefers a soldier who isn't going to sell his own soul out in a prayer to a money god who I think we both know, isn't going to answer.

But that said, you are not wrong.  If I want to gig in this town probably better I do just bend over and take it from these ass clown fools.  But ... 

Fuck it.

God likes free will.  And I like soda pop so there it is.  To Hell with these two faced shit talking dickless sons a bitches, their play it pretty fucking games, and their little dog too.

Fuck 'em all.

~ X O ~