The fog outside is so thick you could chew it. You can't tell if it's raining or if you're just walking through Washington Soup. Salmon swim through the trees. You can't see from one side of Harrison Avenue to the other, and your chances of getting hit by a log-truck increase tenfold today. Moss grows on the north side of people who have been standing in the same place for too long. All over the city, people are waking up, looking out their windows at the soft, sullen greyness, figuring they're still asleep, and flopping back down on their pillows.
I love it here. Everybody else is bitching for some reason. I will never understand why people complain about the weather here. I mean, sure, it's been raining for the past three weeks, nonstop, but who gives a fuck? Picking the moss out of your belly-button is a MUCH more interesting pasttime than standing at a bus stop making snow-angels with your boots...
...Sadly, the Mountain will not be out today...
There's this old guy who regularly rides the city bus from the grocery store to his house. He's a grumpy old bastard who's forever going on about how much he hates all the damned hippies. Once, he got on my case for dyeing my hair. He said: "I had a son [who] once dyed his hair... Six months later, he was DEAD!" Seriously, dude is a nasty old bastard who hates the world, and especially hates young people, and ESPECIALLY hates liberal young people.
Yesterday, he sat right across from me, glaring. I glared back. I'm a nice person, or I would have stepped on his foot or something.
But then, this obnoxious-as-hell, hyperactive, anarchal asshole got on the bus...
I have nothing against crazed radicals. I have nothing at ALL against kids with dredlocks and freaky piercings. If you don't want to vote because you want to vote with your subconsciousness, then GREAT! I'll still hang out with you, and we can talk all about your light body, and how everybody is actually one person, and how Buddha told you to be an anarchist and live in the forest with nothing but some matches and a can of spraypaint... Great. I LOVE those people. I just don't like THIS kid. THIS kid is an ASSHOLE.
He made the paper on MayDay for climbing up onto things he wasn't supposed to climb on. Admittedly, the pictures were good. But he's that ONE asshole who makes all the other freaks look lousy.
But the old dude flashed the Anarchal Asshole a peace sign, and gave him a big old-man grin.
What a WEIRD world we live in...
~Helena*