I have included Justin in the strip because he in in my mind's peripheral at the present. As many of you know, I write. Well, saying I write is like saying that a dog jogs. A dog's running and my writing are both classified into two regions: standing still and hauling ass. The works that I produce spout forth in frenzied bursts between lengthy periods of creative hibernation. Justin also writes, and he finished his god damned book in about two weeks. And I hate him for it. The book is in no way a final product, but it has a written beginning, middle, and end. Thats two more things than I have, so he sucks. I'm proud of him, but I'm killing that bitch on sight.
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