The parties I've been to in recent years have not helped any. As some drunk is calling me buddy and telling me things I really don't need to know, as if I'm going see him again next week, I'm wondering if he's the putz I saw repeatedly pulling his car over to the shoulder in traffic after work the other day. It is in the spirit of that idea that I wrote the poem below in 1995, at the age of 25. A lot has changed in how I deal with the types of people described, but the underlying principle is the same - these are the types of people that really piss me off. The verbiage in parentheses has been added to clear up any confusion, because I have found that these words mean different things to different people.
Sweat is good.
Yes, it will hurt to wait a little longer.