New shoes. New suit. I say, you look so super. Der-der-der. Weekender-der-der, go out, have a good time. You know what? I’m proud to be a weekender. I earn my keep. I pay my taxes. I ain’t no skag-head junkie leeching off the state. I work fucking hard all week then live oh-so-fucking large every weekend. Der-der-der.
… and all the normals can only dream about what we feel every single weekend
A quote from a film I started writing a few years ago (never got beyond the ideas stage)
