Bojack's Journal. May 16th, 2018. Cat carcass in alley this night. Tire tread on burst stomach. This city disgusts me. I've seen its true face. The streets are extended gutters, and the gutters are full of corruption, and when the drains finally scab over all the vermin will drown. The accumulated filth of all their scams and murder will foam up about their waists and all the whores and politicians will look up and shout save us! And I'll whisper no.
Yes, it was from The Watchmen. Still on point though.
I need some love in my life.