Part three of what the fuck do I put as the title?

Yeah, you read it right, not only am I crackers, I couldn't stop a pig in an alley either. At least my co-ordination's in sync with my mind. Always look on the bright side of life. Bollocks. I can't be the only one who wants to punch someone in the face when they say that? It's like “Yeah you sit there and preach to me, try living my life.” I've just realised in the middle of this sentence that you have absolutely no idea what I'm ranting about. Not to worry, we'll get to the good bit soon. This book or story or whatever it is, will probably be as all over the place as my head is. There's gonna be bad days, a lot of them actually. The good days don't come as often as I'd like but hey, beggars can't be choosers. It's all about getting through the bad days that counts. So I suppose in a fashion, I'm gonna be writing about how to get through hell and giving you an idea on how to as well. Although, vodka and cigarettes can only do so much. Shush, I can't promote them.