You ever go back and read something you wrote and wonder, what the fuck? Why the fuck did I write that?

Why, when talking about opening a door, is the character thinking about how sticky his knuckles are?

His knuckles! How the fuck does this dude open doors?!?

Jesus, man. You got a long way to go.

Target: 1200 words
Written: 1360 words, novel: Bad Neighbours

Read: The Gilded Age: A Tale Of Today, Mark Twain
Comics: Hawk And Dove v2 27-28, Hawk And Dove v3 1-2 (who greenlit v3?  What a pile of fucking completely unconnected, poorly written shit.)
Music: Ed Sheeran Essentials, Ed Sheeran (fuck you, the kid seems like a dork, which is cool with me)