Do you even Big Book bro?

The year is 2025... World War III is one bad headline away from breaking out like a zit on a greasy teenager's face. The U.S. stock market is more volatile than your girl when you ask her what she wants to eat. Donald Trump is President. There hasn't been a classic movie made since No Country For Old Men. Adam Sandler is basically a senior citizen. Tyra Banks is IRRELEVANT. Leo Messi and LeBron James are about to retire. People get their news from TikTok. A Happy Meal at McDonalds costs like 15 bucks. Almost everything we own was made in China by modern day slaves. The highest income earners in the world sit at home alone streaming on computers while others sit at home alone watching. All women are whores. All men are rapists. Parents are more worried about their kids getting shot at school than coming home with a tattoo. AI is taking over everything: music, art, math, relationships, etc. Everyone is "autistic" and the word "retarded" was canceled and then reinstated. Men are masquerading as women and trying to play women's sports. Animals are being mistreated. Epstein definitely did not kill himself. Birth rates are declining. Porn is ruining relationships. Money is fake. 

None of that worries me.

I cannot control any of that.

You know what does worry me though?

The thought of me ever drinking alcohol or using drugs again.

I like to write.

I am a writer.

You too, right?

I am powerless over alcohol, and my life becomes unmanageable when I drink or use.

Relatable?

Hear me out: I'm a narcissist.

We all are.

Even that little try hard what's her name... Greta Thurnberg? First of all, she's from Sweden.

Have you ever met someone from Sweden?

They can't be trusted.

That's a joke.

No on can be trusted.

Another joke.

Relax.

Why are you so judgmental?

Is it because you're a pro at judging yourself?

Do you hold yourself to "high standards" and expect everyone else to do the same? And you can't stand it when someone isn't perfect, like you? And then you lie awake at night tossing and turning over every little mistake you've ever made?

Sorry, I must have the wrong guy.

You are perfect.

We are all God's Children, right?

Oh, that's right.

There is no God.

My bad.

Why would God create anyone that wasn't perfect?

What kind of God would do that?

A Catholic God?

Allah?

Moses?

Me in my head playing God?

I started this blog because I need to vent.

I am a total psycho.

I want to let it all out.

On the page, as they say.

And you can too.

If you want to.

Send me your writing and I will publish it here with zero filters or edits. No need to sperll everything perfect or perfect grammar write good all good.

Just write it and email it to: bigbookblogaa@gmail.com (include an anonymous pen name).

Only rule is, you gotta make it about staying sober and use at least one quote from the big book or 12 & 12. 

Have a nice day.

Oh, and rewatch No Country For Old Men. And then make a classic movie for me, please? All these new flicks suck.