Gods Wrath is Swift!

God:  Hey Y'all.  This is Spiteful, Vengeful God from the Old Testament.  Its been too long since I've fucked with people like I used to.  That New Testament me?  Eh.  Lets call it my Queer eye for the Straight God phase.  But thats done now.

Hmmmm, who to fuck with, let me think, oh you know, Damon, you'll do just fine.  I want you to grab a baseball bat.

Damon:  Ok

God:  Hit your roomate.

Damon:  Ok

God:  Grab your gun.

Damon:  Ok

God:  Shoot him

Damon:  Ok

God:  Not the shoulder, you pussy.  Shoot his face!

Damon:  Ok

God:  You know what, get his hand to while your at it.

Damon:  Ok

God:  Now, drive to Manteca, get gas, and come back.

Damon:  Ok, thanks God!

Well, fuck.

I'm a dumbass. Being the procrastinator that I am, I went to go buy tickets to tomorrow's (that's right Record's sports section. tomorrow. Thanks for the complete lack of support.) Kings game this weekend and found out that I was shit out of luck. The cheapest available tickets are the $55 seats that run along the baseline on either end of the Spanos Center. In other words, the shit seats. Considering I'm not a rich man and don't even pay $55 to go to Kings games that count in Arco, I'll be watching the game from a place that allows beer, my apartment. Yes, I'm pissed. But hey, that means the game might have respectable attendance. So umm, hooray? Nope, still pissed. Excuse me while I got scour Craigslist for a spare cheap ticket.