Dear Universe...

God decided to create an asshole,
and like all of his creations,
I am perfect.

I am sorry for the other night.
I overreacted. I make no excuses,
but I hope you will view it
as anomalous and due to unseen
stress affecting my behavior.
That is my profound hope.

Suffice it to say...
I am having a very hard go of it recently,
and due to that, in part, I lost control
of my better nature. I am ashamed of myself
for not living up to ideals which
I hold very dear.


You may be sure that it
will never happen again.


yours, mas

PS. Fuck you...I rethought the whole shmere...
you and yours can piss off. I'll take my
chances.