Saturday, February 27, 2010


So you go to bed with a decent buzz, still feeling sorry for yourself about this and that, and wake to learn that an 8.8 magnitude earthquake has struck Chile. You remember Haiti.  And then you really wake up.

You understand that your own problems are actually, in the vast scheme of things, a series of life-affirming, well-off-the-mark bullet dodges.

You tell yourself to shut the fuck up and just get on with it.  The way they were doing, before their houses collapsed and their families died.


unokhan said...

preciselee the reason 2 gather ye heinekens while we may

Doctorboogaloo said...

on the path toward happiness, it provides the traveler a most pleasant view.
Especially on weekends.