Fat man in a little coat

That’s the code name of my backpack. It’s bursting at the seams, just waiting to give way in some middle of nowhere country in order to triumphantly reign chaos down upon me.

This is the first sign of madness. The conviction that inanimate objects are conspiring against you. And then writing about it in a more or less worthless blog for which you are grappling for subject matter.

If there are true douche bags out there (preferably disorganized and prone to extensive episodes of random thoughts) that would like to chime in…let me know!