lee

she took me to her junior prom. we had known each other since first grade. she was an artist who could replicate anything she saw onto the canvas. she loved to laugh and laughed hard at anything i did. very tall and pretty. she had all the promise anyone could have for one's life. we lost touch over the years and i had not seen her for over a decade.

last week i saw a schizophrenic woman, a bag lady, at the train station mumbling to herself incoherently. she was disheveled and dressed erratically. it was her. i passed by with my hood up over my head to avoid eye contact while i pretended to fiddle with my ipod. this happened for a few days. same time. same spot at the train station as i cut threw the parking lot on my way home from work. yesterday she was there again and i couldn't do it. when i got her in my sights i stopped in my tracks and went down a narrow path between two buildings that i had never trekked before in my life just to avoid the sad, sad reality of what happened to an old friend. it really got to me. i don't even think she would recognize me now. she is in another place.

poor lee.

goverment up our butts! no metaphor.

today i open up the paper and read that new jersey is trying to outlaw brazilian wax jobs!!! wtf!!

do they want us all to have hairy ass cracks? are they preoccupied with the fact we may have easier times on the potty? are they insistant on us having dingleberries? do they want to increase the odds of us having skidmarks in our undies? i am lost.

this is why i am a libertarian.

A man is rich in proportion to the number of things he can afford to let alone.

henry david thoreau