Fayner needs to die as the money shot of this particular story, preferably as the lonely old junkie using a hammer to pound the syringe through his calloused arms.

I'm not sure what's more sad: that he still has that site or that he dreams of someday leaving it behind to become a real writer. I'd estimate there are at least a dozen better writers here, far more witty, far more pithy, and a hell of a lot more funny than the aspiring Simpsons writer. Seriously, I've never even cracked more than a pity smile for Fayner, and I have issues with anyone who has.