You know, it has been a long time since we've really talked. Just you and I. A scented candle, 2 steaks cooked rare, vodka with dr. pepper for that nice vanilla flavor and this website. Barry Manilow's "Where My Bitches At?" playing on my cd player in the background. Then we get REALLY drunk have sex and in the morning we decide to part as friends until 6 months or so later I decide to give you a call to come over and enjoy some boiled squash with a side of bloody tampon. And of course, booze. Lots of booze. DUI's be damned, after we drink we'll drive to Mcdonalds. And Mcdonalds will still be open since we started drinking at around 5 p.m. Fine, yes, others may see us as alcoholics or drunks; but think of it as this: when one works third shift or anytime during the night on a regular basis, happy hour starts at around 8 a.m.
So it's you and I together at last. We drink and we fuck and we eat junk food and listen to my collection of Anal Cunt cds. Then in the morning we find out, still half drunk, that some cunts want to change the world. What's worse is they get away with it. Apparently they still have to this day. I feel no one has been brought to justice and we are running around blind. This is World War 3 both in a worldly sense and psychological sense.
It is interesting to be alive during this time to see all of this shit go down, sort of speak. To see all the change. To witness all of the activity. But the truth is that nothing has really changed. The messengers on t.v. and in ink want to be the ones who break the latest info. Who wouldn't want to be the journalist who became famous for finding out whose dick was sucked by whom? Who let the bomb drop? Ah, the American Dream! Hunter S. Thompson was ahead of his time. Gonzo journalism at its most extreme. Insanity prevails. Raise your American flag and go get a cheeseburger.
I have to admit though that the love for my country quadrupled one hundred times. I was scared and at the same time wondering where the storyline would end. Are we dying? Yes we are; but I don't want to fucking die. I love everything this country stands for. I love ever vice in this country and I'm not being sarcastic. To want to live in any other country besides America is to be insane; to want to fight against America is to have a death wish.
So you and I, let's get back to getting it on. Let's get naked and not believe everything we hear. |
