I see the signs of a friend worn on the bent magazine corners of empty promises and work stress. Enough caffeine to throw a horse’s heart out of its finely musculared chest, yet so little actual credit in your pocket that all immediate goals seem like smoky delusions of an old transformer fanatic’s mind drifting the rails along the brass of a Manhattan bar.
The brood of twentysomethings wallow in the winter chill amongst their parents’ haphazard plans, which usually will end in divorce in three to four years. If only they knew it to be everchanging. You cannot stay the same, no matter which side is really to blame.
I spilled the eternal life cup, when the topic of pleasuring a woman came up. I asked a pretzel vendor on the street if he really gave a shit. He explained to me that some men focus too much on the clit. It was then that a fire engine passed me speeding down 5th avenue. The problem was, it was the thing that was on fire. My boss called me a liar for coming to the company morale meeting. I agreed; I really had only wanted a laugh.
A corporate slut is a conscious choice, but an ulcer is a result of bad attitude. Remember your magically delicious salvation equation: Ghetto logic + high class structure = the verge of something self-righteous. The future is a window that you have the power to spray down with windex or break with a baseball if you so desire to.
The end is always near, as Jim Morrison forecasted… but I know I’m going out trying to make life work for me. If I make it happen or not before I die, it is of no consequence… at least I know I was trying. Effort is what matters. Please remember to brush, floss, comb, dispose, recycle, scrub, scratch, scritch, waltz, tango, breathe, chew before swallowing, savor good beer, sing out loud in the shower, salute your dreams, and save your brain by using it as much as possible.