From the ages of 5 yrs old to 25 yrs old I had a deeply routed love of sarcasm. A good friend once told me I was like a Superhero of this art and dubbed me Sarcastia Morbida. I’d like to say I had mastered it but I’m too modest for that sort of boast so I’ll just say I had truly fine tuned my skills. It was spawned, like I said around 5 yrs old, when my father was murdered (but that’s a whole other story) which seemed to indicate it was a sort of coping mechanism. First thought I had back then, there is no god. I was pissed, everybody gets a dad but me, fine, screw you god or lack there of.  read more »