Who would I like to punch in the face this week?
The two douchebags sitting behind me at this restaurant. There’s something about listening to a 20 year old claim that any book is “THE BEST BOOK WRITTEN EVER!”. Really? You’re 20 years old and you’re ready to claim one book the best that has ever been written? I grant you, it’s probably WAY better than the Harry Potter book you finished last year but maybe give it a few more decades of steady reading before making such a statement.
Okay, that alone isn’t face punch worthy. It’s just really fucking annoying. But then after the great literary discourse, I’m listening to these post coital dribbles wax poetic about knifing an opponent in the face in the latest Modern Warfare game. And absolutely no self-awareness to accompany this discussion. No declaration that “Hey! We really are just a couple of university douchebags that just want to get drunk and play playstation, we really shouldn’t be awarding lifetime literary awards at this time in our lives.”
Seriously wouldn’t you want to punch these guys in the face? On the other hand, I’m glad nobody was punching me in the face when I was making similar statements back in my university days.