I hate drum brakes, and I hate my life.
Spent 5 hours on them, until it got dark and I had nothing left in me. Couldn't even get one side completely done, but it figures. I can't have a good career, or a healthy mind, or a healthy body, or someone to love and be loved by, or friends, or a father and brothers who don't look at me with disgust and contempt, so why would I expect to be able to do a little brake job. And when I finally gave up and got in the shower, I left part of the curtain hanging over the side of the tub, so there was water all over the floor. I can't even wash myself without fucking up.
And I'm out of weed and booze.
I want to die.