Some dude was in line behind us at Costco, he had case of cigarettes, a giant box of condoms, and one rotisserie chicken. I asked him if he has big plans for the night and he never answered
Man: why do so many murderers bury their victims in the back yard
Me: hey… not everyone has trunk space or gas money to go out to the middle of nowhere and dump. Check your privilege. We’re all trying to do our best out here
Therapist: and what do we do when we feel wronged?
Me: fill a jar with cemetery dirt, nail and hair clippings, blood from a dove and scream at it under a full moon for two weeks?
Therapist: NO