I just finished writing a full page of pure, unrepentant hate in my journal. Glorious, glorious. The things I cannot post here on the all too public Secret Base, etched in ink for a thousand future Mikes to read and reread, endlessly indulging in the superlative enmity of this evening's humor. It is ever good to be The Last Angry Man, moreso in this magnificent moment of communion with my basest self.