Footnotes: Ive been meaning to do this for a while and after the disapointment of Windsor I thought I needed a bit of manlyness to change the mood. Still, i'm not happy with it. I dont seem happy with anything recently really, although I am happy with the general level of progress, I mean, at least getting stuff done. It sort of seems more important than quality in the short term, or rather, something is better than nothing. For example, panel 6 is really hard to make out. Maybe its just me, but all I can see are a bunch of pixels. Oh wel. Also, I knew I wanted to do this story, but I had no idea how, and to be honest, trying to draw art to dipict what I want to depict is almost impossible as the subtletess are so great, however, I thought of a great way to do it. The next pages are to be set out like gameplays, or war games. You get Gameplay 1 where you have to buy some beans but theres someone in front of you, and the motion is shown by arrows and such.
I have been shopping at the local supermarket for years, and I truly hate it. I hate going shopping. And everytime I go I get so wound up that I want to draw it all, how the world is full of such assholes and verything, and so now i'm doing it. Really, I hate shopping and every time I go shopping it seems like god is fucking with me personally. For example, the other day I wanted some descaler for the kettle so I went don the kitchen products isle and it was completely empty apart from one retard who was stood reading the labels on a box of cleaning agent right in front of the descaler I wanted and he was chortling to him self like he knew he was in the way even though he couldn't possibly have know I was on my way. He was the sort of person that really pisses me off as well like a post office worker, the sort that has been there in the sorting room for so long that they had to promote him to manager of something and he knew he was crap and didn't give a shit. I approached the shelf and I could see he was entrenched in his reading of products in front of me. I had to ask him to move which was no real problem but the phychic stench that permeanted from him was awful, it was making me ill so I grabbed the first item I saw and ran off just so he wouldn't try talking to me and so I wouldn't have to listento the shit that came out of his mouth. People like that tend to laugh, whistle and make all sorts of noises and it really pisses me off so I ran away. 10 minutes later I went back and found the right product, but that just one little event out of millions.
Another example is when people leave their trollies in the middle of the supermarket and wonder off to look at something and you cant get passed. I havegotten quite good at politly RAMMING people out of the way. The thing is, most people are so FUCKING slow its ridiculous, its no wonder England is fucked. And then theres the high speed trolly action. I'm an expert trolly pusher and I can usually out pace EVERYONE in the supermarket. If it was a game, which is how I see it, I would have 10 moves for most people 1 move, thats how fast I am but that still doesn't stop people from getting in thway, like when your following someone and they seem to predict your every change in course as though directed by god. Trollies that appear out of no where. Like you in the fast lane and a stationery trolly that has no reason to move will move out into your path blocking it even though the owner hasn't stopped looking at the shelves, like god himself was trying to stop you dead.
Also, what pisses me off about shopping is all the happy people and their families and how they have to open their mouths and spew all that retarded shit everywhere. Really, I have a serious emotional problem from not having a girl or a family, it causes me real trauma and stress, I have no one ever to talk to, nothing, I have to live in total silence, but these happy people seem to think that they can take the whole family shopping, like they dont give a shit. I can truly appreciate the value of conversation but these people have no idea and they take their whole fucking family with them and make REALLY FUCKING NICE JOKES about the food and such, like, OH LOOK AT THESE NICE BISCUITS or LOOK AT THE BREAD, ITS HALF PRICE and I dont give a shit, I hate most of those people, they are either retarded factory/memial workers, office slaves with more money than sense tht think they are SO FUCKING PROPER, Tyrant managers that get to fuck hundreds of girls a day while I have NOTHING AT ALL, house wives that think they are the bastion of all that is right and true and feel free to hold old wives parties everyutime they see anyone they vaguely know like they had a god given right even though they have never worked a day in their lives and are nothing but cock suckers that deserve no human rights what o ever, let alone be aloud to project the shit that is their prescence to all and sunder in the supermarket like they have a right to because they are lonely at home with only their family and children and friends to keep them company and all that shit, and the kids are little shits, and no I do not support your children, they can all die as far as i'm concerned. I have only a handful of years left to live and i've had A SHIT LIFE and I dont quite want your kids chatting with me or touching me or GETTING IN MY FUCKING WAY. I want to run them all over. In short I hate just about everyone in the supermarket. I go because I have to go.
Whats more, I hate the foreign people that smell and touch things. I have a dish brush that I brought. I remember it well because as I picked mine up out of the large basket that was displaying them, about 500-100 of them, a 'Pakistany' who was fresh ff the banana boat seemed to home in on that basket too. He looked odd because he really didn't look like a shopper at all, more like he was wondering if he could buy all of them and ship them back to Pakistan and make a profit. Thing is, he picked one up, looked at it and then just chucked it back into the basket with distain. Now everytime I pick that brush up at home to 'CLEAN' my PERSONAL EATING UTENSILS I get a flash back of that twat day tripping about the supermarket. Yeah, i'm alone too and such but I dont hang about in the supermarket because i'm lonely or bored, the supermarket is for shopping, not sight seeing, but so many people think its ok to sight see, BRING THE WHOLE FUCKING FAMILY WHY DONT YOU, fill the trolly with kids and block the isles up.
I hate the foreign food section. They have an 'INDIAN FOOD' section now, it stinks like shit and everything is in bulks, they zoom up and down it with pallet trucks picking up 5 years worth of rice, and TESCOS is feeding those people, feding those ENOURMOUS families, they CUNTS that do nothing but live in our country and breed children that will have no worth while I have nothing at all, and they walk around so slowly like the fact that they have 3 fresh burdens on soirty by them is any reason not to run them down.
I hate old people too, they are sooooo fucking slow. Once there was this old woman that was sooo slow that I took a huge arc around her and when I got in front of her she started to call me an ashole. Really, I couldn't believe it, I had done nothing wrong. I dont go to the supermarket to do anything else other than shop, believe me, but she wanted to have a go. I didn't say anything but I was fuming for the rest of the day, I hate it.
I hate everything about shopping. I hate happy couples ecause thats my girl your fucking and I want to kill you not listen to your small talk or see how happy she is. Its actually hard to explain because I dont maintain that feeling, its a feeling you can only experience when your there. I cant even remember too much, its just the little things, the details that make it a nightmare, really. Its like no matter where I want to go, theres some retard tat wants to be there first.
I consider myself to be entirely capable, I am fairly intelligent and fit but I have fuck all in life, but you can see all the retarded women who are the slaves of managers lugging their kids around, owners of HUMAN BEINGS, and its a wonder they are still alive. They sit there pondering over the simplist of things, er, oh, is this a steak, NO MUM ITS AN APPLE, do'h, and they laugh about her retardedness. It just frustrates me to hell how those people can get children and I cant, and the only reason is is because they have a womb, they were born female which means as a default they get to have a family, its not hard, but me, brain the size of a planet, I cant find a non Delta grade female anywhere. Ad the poor children, you can here their mums and dads talking in that kiddy talk saying stuff like 'YOU SHOULD ALWAYS DO WHAT YOUR TOLD, yeah thats right, lets just perpetuate the working class ethic. Really, they should think twice before taking their little shits on a shopping expedition. So fucking what if they cant hack an hour alone, I have to hack an entire life alone and I just want to kill you,please give me some space. BUT NO!!!
Also I hate the teenagers, they hang around the supermarket like its a youth club. They dont seem to give a shit about the fact that your trying to shop. They're like speed boats and the isles are like canels, they just samp the trollies and baskets with their bowling retarded repungence, and all they want is a dohnut or a bottle of cider. I hate then, I would execute them all. I also hate the staff that work there like the wa they look at you as though to say, YOUR NEXT, its your turn to stack shelves, and really, I dont need a guilt trip everytime I go shopping just because your so retarded that you cant say no to SLAVERY. Theres such a thing as suply and demand, and believe me, I know its hard, i've done enough shit work, including mopping supermarket floors, but if you held out they would have to offer more money.
Going to the supermarket is nearly the only thing I ever do outside of my SHITHOLE home. I have to go out. And I pray to god that it'll be as painless as possible. I do actually travel some distance to the better supermarket where things are easier, but even so, its still pretty crap. This strip is all about that. Its a Jackyl & Hyde syndrome as in the real world I would not hold malice or hate, but shopping is so stressful and shit, and always in the back of my mind is the fact that if I had a wife she would do the shopping for me, and I know hat sounds sexist, but really, girls like shopping and I would still shop, but it would make life easier, but I cant. and it seems like I ALWAYS have to go shopping like i'm always washing up.
This strip is really just a recollection of my shopping experiences. I've been meaning to do it for years. I guess its slightly funny, but really, its not actually that funny. Sometime I want to cry I dispair so much. I makes you realise how shit your life is that you get all that shit and NEVER EVER get anything good like SEX or CARE or LOVE or anyone bringing you a cup of tea or anything, just SHIT after SHIT after SHIT after SHIT forever and ever and ever. FUCK.