I'm bested by Houston traffic. Coffee hound

Hi, good peoples. I'm Roger, your courier for the evening. I spent the day riding my bicycle to the New York deli on Hillcroft. The cream herring was selling for $ 3.25 a small jar. I got two pumpernickel and one rye bagel. Noticed I was dead broke. Rode back to my local chapter of Alcoholics Anonymous where I sweat all over their imitation leather arm chair until I could get my second wind. I took it to the condo after that, a beat down, inferior doofus. I drank coffee, you see. Coffee enema is the next step in my sobriety program. That's not entirely true. It all comes out the end. All's well that ends well. So, I recently had a revelation of sorts. I've been purchasing these little novels, zines they're called. It's exciting. The ones I like have some left skewered populist agenda. Two in particular, Loserdom and 30 Day Sloth, mention anarchy as the outlook of choice. The absence of government or law seems surely like a healthy alternative to today's overbearing loss of individual rights in the United States. What's it called? Oppression? In fact, the United States is in no way ready to protest something as simple as the medical system. We're the nation of sheep. Media is going to view actions as healthy to the voters. Media wants to censor. Speaking for the common good, there is no first amendment right of free speech in the major advertising markets and I'll try to wrap this up: I'm getting pissed off here but this is so important I'll curse out the Starbuck's barrista, again. If individuals can print zines and sell them through on line companies (I'll try to list these) this democracy will not survive. I'm willing to read small press. I've completely lost faith in the major publishers, the Houston Chronicle, Fox News. The medium is the message. That message today is go **** yourself. Well, turn off the television and try growing vegetables for your community. Chances are any altruistic affair will be stalled by good intentions. Gulf Coast Blood is a for profit agency. Instead, donate blood directly to a hospital. Soft porn is kept from ever gracing our television sets. I'm sorry but we are sensual beings. The comics code prevents Spiderman from smoking a cigarette or bitch slapping Mary Jane. So Spiderman needs anger management. Stan Lee can pay for that. Jack Kirby would puke if he were alive today. Come on, people. This is a democracy. Get with the program! I'm a courier. I drive 200 miles a day last week. I met my doppelganger and he's not a happy person. I saw myself at Starbuck's looking for a clue. I want to get with the program. Viva Blogspot. Ciao, belas. I promise to revel in my fragile male ego very soon. And, hey, I'm not angry.