This as been a really crappy, crappy, hell of a day. So much evil has been seen, there is no hiding it. Tom Petty (and the Heartbreakers) died last night, cardiac arrest. Age:67.
Life just became that much more crappy if after reaching the ripe old age and working your tail off, this is the life in which we find ourselves. No glory there.
My horrific mood just became much worse. I would plan to immerse myself in alcohol but I don’t have enough to fill the tub.
True, it’s been a very depressing day. We’ll get through this though. Lawnmower Boy is the future, and so maybe we’ll have a resurgence of Americanism in Generation Z.
I don’t drink a very much alcohol at all these days — not that I ever drunk a lot. Except for the time I was on my first midshipman cruise and the sailors got me so drunk, I wonder how I managed to make it back to the ship.
That night I slept in another guy’s rack and pissed in it. Embarassing? Yes. But the good thing is everybody hated the guy whose rack I pissed in. Ha! So I was a mini hero to the other guys.