For all of the modern gunslingers and ne’er-do-well’s who can’t seem to take a step forward without one step back or maybe even two or three or the entire continent or further, we salute you. In all of our unconnected personal journeys for success or simple ambivalence, there remain those select few who remain rocking back and forth back and forth squarely on the bottom rung of the ladder, unable to raise themselves up and out of the muck and unable to allow themselves a chance at inhabiting any realm apart from the bottom of the bottom of the bottom of the shit.

For your dedication, for your hopeless and aimless life from which you cannot relinquish your hold upon, for your brainless stupor with regards to excelling upward toward a higher rung, you give us all pause and satisfaction to not be in your position.

For if there was not a “you”, than there would only be an “us,” and we can’t have that, no, no, no. We can’t have that. We aren’t built for the floor – maybe somewhere close to the floor, but not right down into the muck – we need someone else to take that responsibility.

For as far as we fall, either in an incredibly heart-stopping plummet from the peak of our mountain or a soft tumble from a slight nearby hill, we fall with the comfort and knowledge that our downward exodus cannot end on your rung. You’ve occupied the lowest sector of the knowable world, and your ceiling is our basement – a solid cement damp hole from which we can almost hear your whinings and see the fingernails still stuck inside the walls and the bloody hand-prints upon the windows and the dirty clumps of hair and brains and blood matter that lay in pools throughout the dim lair and almost see the desolate dead hopeless orbs spinning inside your skull.

For your unknowing sacrifice  we thank you and we continue to wish all of the worst things in life to happen to you and only you and leave us the fuck alone.