For god’s sake man, what are you doing? Pounding back and forth across the floor above my head, back and forth, the length of your apartment, back and forth. What are you doing up there? What could you possibly be doing up there besides driving me crazy down here? Last night I layed in bed an hour listening to your goddam elephant feet until you finally sat down or layed down or goddam jumped out the window at around midnight. Now you’re at it again, this new habit, god, let it not be a habit. Holy shit! Are you trying to drive me insane? Are you trying to get me out of my bed, into my clothes, fuming mad out of this apartment and up to your door? One day I’d like to live out this fantasy of banging on the door of a loud neighbor and beating his head with a hammer. No, probably not a great idea, but so damn rewarding in my mind. What the hell is wrong with people that they were set on this world simply to drive me insane…
Monthly Archive for December, 2004
Two quotes come to mind, cliché at this point; strong, yet strongly understated. Quote number one: The horror. The horror. Quote number two: Oh, the humanity. I just can’t conceive the devastation and loss of life over there in Asia where the earthquake hit. I just can’t conceive how much horror and sadness such devastation has born. The newspapers make comparisons to New York after 9/11, walls of pictures of missing people. And New York, post-9/11 was truly horrible. As massive and unfathomable as that loss was, the enormity of tragedy in Asia right now is beyond scope. The walls of pictures in Asia are dead, drowned faces, no hope of finding life, only hope of confirming death. The horror. The horror. I’m a patriot. I love this country. But I am disgusted right now with the pittance of support we have offered. At first we choked up a whole fifteen million dollars, money that could have bought some fortunate person a summer mansion on Montauk, less money than some actors earn for their role in one movie. Then, in shame, our country more than doubled the aid to 35 million dollars. That’s shit. This country is spending somewhere around one hundred and thirty million dollars every single day on the War in Iraq. And here is the greatest single natural disaster in our recorded history, and 35 million dollars is all the help we have to offer. Are you fucking kidding me? Shame on us. Forgive any hint of political rant as this is not my style, but America has a responsibility to the world. We have a fucking responsibility. It’s not Us and Them. It’s Us. It’s just Us. The whole world is Us, goddammit. Oh, the fucking humanity.
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