The Dumpster Keeper has an epiphany

Recently I had a very frightening encounter at a Burger King. There I stood, ordering a tasy Tendercrisp Cheesy Bacon, just minding my own business. Then all of a sudden I am terrorized by one of the most horrible sights imaginable. A photo album containing evidence of the worst cases ever seen at Compton's most rundown free clinic would have been a welcome sight after this ghastly being. The anomaly of which I speak is none other than the goth crackhead.

There is no way that even Satan himself could vomit up what I saw. Not only are goth chicks, to say the least, unsightly. But this one was quite obviously addicted to crack. And crackheads are ugly as hell, and stupid, a large contributor to ugly. Any biologist who specializes in the field of ugly will tell you that this combonation will create, quite possibly, the most hideous creature alive. Something even uglier than a newborn baby. An ugh-oh to end all ugh-ohs. A rank-ass bitch who would easily win first place in a skank-nasty pageant. Something worse than a thousand midwestern women entering a 5-year-old girl into a beauty contest. Something that could turn a happy-go-lucky joe on Prozac & Vicaden into a sobbing wreck.

I guess what I'm trying to say here is that all my life, I though everyone at least had a miniscule amount of inner beauty. Even Angelina Jolie and Hitler loved children. But this experience has taught me that some people are just plain fucking rotten. Completely past the point of redemption. And I thought to myself "Am I like that". And then I realized I'm not the low-life sack of seagull shit that just tried to steal a stranger's wallet. I realized that I've done a lot of Goddamn good things that nobody will ever know about, save for a select few. And I also realized that I don't care if nobody ever knows, and that what makes me a good excuse for a human being. And no matter what you stupid assholes sending me hatemail say, I still won't care, and you still won't know shit about shit