I didn't get any sleep. I lied awake all night next to my wife. I thought about my college days. In college I took a double honours major in philosophy and garbage disposal. I thought that I'd apply these studies with my creative writing inclinations and have a career in blogging. I would pretend to be a philosophical garbageman, without having to actually collect garbage. I've been blogging about garbage and philosophy now for over two years since I graduated. It's gotten me nowhere. The following three men are my fathers: Jim Morrison, Marilyn Manson and my wife. I'm gay. I'm disillusioned. This is my blog. Life's a bitch.