BLOWING SUCKING

ACH, February, could you suck any less? Get a hardhat and get to work? Hey, I wanted to play centerfield for the Boston Red Sox but it didn’t happen to me. Grab a hard hat and get to work. Ha! That’s what Dennis Leary said. Something like that a co-worker said to me. Dreams are for dreamers, he said. It figures. It’s like, you know, there may be some of you out there who have dreams that you can make come true, a single one or three and you can spend an entire lifetime out there making that one come true. And that to me is a bunch of shit. It should not have to be that difficult. There are things that only certain people can and will do. The guy who climbed all those mountains, he had lungs and blood and in general, the DNA to make it, all without supplemental oxygen, you know? That’s what that is. Genetics, and that, basically, my friend, is FATE: signed, sealed, and simply delivered, a priori, before the damn train leaving the station, was even fricken BUILT!!! So, you can’t tell me some things aren’t fixed, I know fucking well they are, and that there’s a lot of lying going on in the world, just so that every one going, doing the lying, can get a bunch of suckers, to buy their gravy train, to enhance their own bank accounts, and shove a huge piece of splintery wood up the sphincter of any one unsuspecting. That’s all we have to say at the moment.