Dirty Mouth
This misfit story begins in May, 2003.
See, people are all hypocrites. They all say one thing and mean another. Everyone talks behind the backs of their so-called friends. No one can be trusted on this stinking planet. You can’t tell anyone anything, because one way or another they’re going to spill your secrets to anyone who’ll listen. I like to keep to myself. I agree with myself. I can trust myself. I have a couple pretty good friends, and they're alright. Sometimes I tell Sid things, and that’s fine. He’s a dog.