children have a passion for gambling too.

It's online. And it's absurd. I'm not an English major, nor have I ever hoped to be. I hate literature courses, but adore literature.

Everyone in this class wants things to be pretty. We're reading poetry. I guess it's supposed to be pretty to them. This, of course, is complete bullshit.

But I'm a little biased. I make everything non-pretty. It's a talent of the nihilist post-9/11 twenty-something. Or something. Not really.

But I like labor unions.

I like redemption that causes one to rise like a battered phoenix from the rituals of abuse.

I like the term "cock and balls" combined with "endless."

I hate when morality gets in the way.

My professor says I'm too quick to interpret. Maybe I should take more time to think things through.

Maybe.