What's a day like for Dennis Dodd? Well, there have been a lot of ups and downs throughout the days of Dennis Dodd's career but none more plausible than the continuous lack of self worth that this so called writer faces each and every day. Depression is tough to kick, especially when you suck $hit as a writer yet somehow need to make a career out of it because you are even worse at everything else. Each day Dennis might take a break from his pen and paper, stroll to the bathroom where he looks at his pathetic member, finishes, pauses while washing his hands and looks in the mirror to tell himself that he is not a loser, his wife is faithful, and lies again to himself that his life is not a waste. As the sun sets on the day and it is time to make way back to his unsettled household, Dodd probably has a hard time not wanting to swerve in front of that semi, but somehow holds it together for one more commute to come home to his slut wife hoping not to see an unfamiliar car in the driveway. When he gets home they may argue about his ED and and why she's drunk again which ends with Dennis having to run out for a pack of smokes and the wife to the neighbor's. The next morning, he could just stay parked in the closed garage with the car running but somehow musters up the energy to write one more awful story, lacking any credible facts or sources and laughs in the faces of all those angry readers hoping that he has possibly made a few minutes of their day as miserable as his entire existence.
Again, could be true, seems possible...
