i got three things on my mind:
these protests and the pool of prospective Republican presidential hopefuls. i don't want to be too much of a naysayer, but i'm thinking that shortly, it will be time for me to retire to a quaint residence of simple country living, otherwise known as a mud hut, where i can grow potatoes and live off the land because i feel very strongly that, very shortly here, the shit is going to HIT the fan.
the last time i stood on a square chanting, it was the night of the election of Barack Obama. New York was a fucking walking party that night, everyone hugging and dancing and laughing and cheering and and screaming and crying tears of joy - i stood on Union Square at 4AM singing the Star Spangled Banner with a hot guy named Nick who kissed me after in this great - so great - embrace who i never saw again before or after and then i walked down to the LES for a celebratory drink and that was that. i missed work the next day but i was sooooooo fucking happy because i really thought that maybe Jesus' black twin brother had come....i really did...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
i'm not at these protests now because, thankfully, i have still have that job (that i actually think i love), and it takes up a lot of my time. during that time, i try not to think about how fucked up we are as a nation and since i can't stay up till 4AM, let alone midnight, or really do anything too energetic anymore without serious repercussions for days to come, what i do is look out the window of said job out over the skyline of lower Manhattan, before i even clock in 7 minutes late for a job most people would actually kill for, come to think of it, and kinda guess where the protesters are and go there in spirit a little, guilt be damned.
anyhow, i feel there's no real choice now, other than the Slippery Slope and we're all gonna get seriously dinged at the end of it, whether we're calling in a paycheck this very moment or not. there'll probably be The Other Side i'm sure, whatever comes after, like there is say, after the Apocalypse, but who wants to be hangin around all lonely for that?
my last concern is whether or not it's too late to eat this pie.
these protests and the pool of prospective Republican presidential hopefuls. i don't want to be too much of a naysayer, but i'm thinking that shortly, it will be time for me to retire to a quaint residence of simple country living, otherwise known as a mud hut, where i can grow potatoes and live off the land because i feel very strongly that, very shortly here, the shit is going to HIT the fan.
the last time i stood on a square chanting, it was the night of the election of Barack Obama. New York was a fucking walking party that night, everyone hugging and dancing and laughing and cheering and and screaming and crying tears of joy - i stood on Union Square at 4AM singing the Star Spangled Banner with a hot guy named Nick who kissed me after in this great - so great - embrace who i never saw again before or after and then i walked down to the LES for a celebratory drink and that was that. i missed work the next day but i was sooooooo fucking happy because i really thought that maybe Jesus' black twin brother had come....i really did...
HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA.
i'm not at these protests now because, thankfully, i have still have that job (that i actually think i love), and it takes up a lot of my time. during that time, i try not to think about how fucked up we are as a nation and since i can't stay up till 4AM, let alone midnight, or really do anything too energetic anymore without serious repercussions for days to come, what i do is look out the window of said job out over the skyline of lower Manhattan, before i even clock in 7 minutes late for a job most people would actually kill for, come to think of it, and kinda guess where the protesters are and go there in spirit a little, guilt be damned.
anyhow, i feel there's no real choice now, other than the Slippery Slope and we're all gonna get seriously dinged at the end of it, whether we're calling in a paycheck this very moment or not. there'll probably be The Other Side i'm sure, whatever comes after, like there is say, after the Apocalypse, but who wants to be hangin around all lonely for that?
my last concern is whether or not it's too late to eat this pie.
