You are Spider Jerusalem.
Spider is THE journalist of the future. He smokes,
he does drugs, and he kicks ass. The drugs are
going to eventually kill him but not before he
gets his way. And his way is the demise of the
failed American dream. Although full of hate,
he cares about his city. All he wants to bring
the world is truth. Spider Jerusalem,
conscience of the City. Frightening thought,
but he's the only one we've got.
What Gritty No Nonsense Comic Book Character are You?
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I could've used the bowel disruptor today. The gas station on the corner I usually use is on a small plot of land. The pumps are a little closer together than usual, so it's a bit tricky to fill up when the place is busy. This means I have to back up to an end pump, perpendicular to the island. I did this today, and just as I was getting out of the car, the car at the pump next to me blew its horn. I look over to see two angry old farts pointing that they want to leave. I wave my hands towards them, pointing out that they'll be just fine if they back up a few feet. Fucking cope, assholes, or quit cheating the undertaker. If I'd waited the eternity for the old coot to walk back across the lot with his change and then for his wife to drive forward out of the lot, I would've lost the pump to someone else waiting, and she still would've had to back up.
I'm a little torqued about selfish old farts this week. Someone forwarded me some snotty piece in e-mail painting senior citizens as angels who aren't responsible for everything that's been broken in the world over the last fifty years. (Examples: taking religion out of the classroom and not taking pride in one's appearance.) There's a rant on that waiting for me to make the time to write it. (Example: I didn't gladly send my children off to die in Vietnam, you blindly patriotic fuckpustule.)