First post of all time: Feeling fucked up with Jim Knipfel

Let's be honest: What's so great about weekends? Working, coming home, watching TV, sleeping late and starving because you spent all of your parents' money on shoes and sugary cereals - until you realize it's monday and you have to breathe into a paper bag because you haven't studied again and are afraid your teachers will start to hate you because you keep taking naps in class. Not to mention your classmates who have written a book or saved the world (or at least done their homework) while you were lying on the sofa thinking about wether you should get up to shower or not.

For all those of you who are too lazy to wash their hair in the morning and can't stand happy people, there is hope out there. I don't call him the Messiah, but he's pretty close to that: GORGEOUS AND GRUMPY JIM KNIPFEL, author of charmingly misanthropic novels such as Slackjaw and Ruining it for Everybody.

What makes Knipfel's novels so great is that they will make you feel better, no matter what a terrible person you are at the moment. Wearing odd hats, shouting around and coughing like you'll drop dead with blood in the corner of your mouth (having a cold sucks when your mother's not around to bring you tea and Disney videos) - by now, that's not creepy anymore, it makes you the second coolest person in the world right after ol' Jim.

Spending your weekend at proms thinking about for how long you'd go to jail for puhing somebody down the stairs - cool. Asking people for money and never giving it back - cool. Being asked wether you're sure about not being bipolar after you've burst into tears watching a South Park-episode about lice - GOD, I CAN'T BELIEVE HOW COOL YOU ARE, MAN!

I'm not saying that acting like an aggressive sociopath is good. I'm also pretty sure that the real Jim Knipfel is a wonderful man donating tons of money to the NRA and watching the Waltons every day, but reading his books definitely is the best medicine when you feel like an antisocial creep once again.

So just lean back with your can of beer, pretend having Tourette and relax while little kids on the bus start to cry.

Feeling fucked up can feel so good.

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