I hate december, the presents, the snow, lack of parking space, people who bring me shit i don't need nor want nor do i want to see these people, i hate st nicholas, santa clause and grandpa cold (grandpa cold was the communist version of santa clause, who in the post-communist era co-exists with the santa asshole), claws, apostols, the nativity scene, the three kings and holy mary and shitty reefs and all of this religious bullshit, i hate boiled wine, because it's just fucking sugared water, but it still gets you hung over, i hate everybody who asks me what i'm going to do on the new year's eve, because i know that in february they are going to ask me where i'm going for my summer holydays and i'm not going anywhere in the summer either, i hate the cold, the sludge, and seven months of gray sky, i hate dogs that piss on the sidewalks and shit near doors and i hate their repulsive owner assholes, who will start recieving their dogs' shit in their mail boxes, i hate people who dislike fire crackers and need to tell that to everybody around them, i hate old women, who gather in the hallway of the apartment building where i live and kiss me - as a christmas greeting - every time i walk by, i hate the shitty feeling of guilt that i get, because i leave my mother home alone every new year's eve, i hate bad cocaine and the dealer assholes, who cut it with speed, creatine, analgetics, ectasy and every other garbage they can lay their hands on, i hate the burnout of january first and the fact that it's impossible to find a stinking dealer, who'd help you ease the pain, i hate the fact that i'm going to have to lie to my woman again, if i'm going to go kill the hangover in the traditional manner with my friends, i hate the piles of spent rockets and fire crackers lying all around, i hate myself every time i tell somebody i wish them a happy new year, because i really want everybody to die because i hate them and i hate the next lame, lousy, shitty, smelly year too.