Yesterday a colleague of mine addressed the problem about my constant scratching. My crotch is never *not* inflamed, so imagine the nightly suffering I have to go through. I try to scratch only when people seem to not notice it, but this particular colleague must´ve caught me almost scraping my nails off the other night. He recommended me a homeopathic therapy with tiny little sugar pills you have to swallow every few hours. This useless mind-shit consists of a mere thought of real medicine, if even and people seem to celebrate this made-up fuckery like it is the holy grail. I don´t get it. I prefer a good ol´ AB Negative swallow followed by a Bourbon any other millisecond of my unlife.
