I was watching a Jane’s Addiction concert on some channel that suckered me in with a free trial. We’ve been spending the day watching awesome concerts. I think it’s well worth $7.99/month, until we watch them all.
As I reminisce of concerts of days gone by, some shows were shrouded in the Purple Haze of long long ago. I had to phone a friend. I hit up my best friend from high school, who I usually talk to on holidays, because life happens. As we were talking he said “I’ve been enjoying your writing. Kinda sad you haven’t written much recently.”
That’s the point.
Life always happens, especially to We the People. Something as important to me as my therapy blog about bitch slapping The Government which has helped me immensely, has been mowed over by the simple act of surviving in this fucked world that We the People had very little hand in fucking up. I blame people with too much free time. They should get a second job and see how much time they have to fuck up shit.
We the People need to make time for doing something that enriches their soul. Something that makes you smile on the inside.
If not we will all end up miserable zombies working for the man, every night and day.
We the F%#n' People 