Sign of a Struggle

I have a friend (and I use the term loosely) who is one of the most angry and bitter motherfuckers you’ll ever meet. Born and raised in Kankakee, Illinois (one of the shittiest places in America), he moved to New York because, according to him, “Illinois just wasn’t hard enough.”

He spends his days holed up in a crappy apartment in Brooklyn with his ugly ass dog all the while complaining about everything under the Sun. On the days that he does venture out he takes photos of things that validate why he never goes outside and why he hates people so much. He then posts those photos on his blog: Sign of a Struggle.