"When last I lived in this City, I was considered an Eligible Bachelor. Women would hurl themselves at me without my having to drug them first. But now I am Old. Pieces of my body are moving around. I am no longer Pretty. Gravity tugs at my ass, my paunch and my painfully heavy testicles. I have not had sex in more then three years. When I do finally torture, medicate or hypnotize someone into manipulating my bits, the police will find our remains blasted into the walls by ballistic semen. And I am forced to suffer this in a city where I can fall in love eighty times a day just by stepping out on to the street and opening my eyes. You will all pay."

more or less how my brain has been working as of late. and reading Transmetropolaitan dosnt really help much. lol

later.