Sad But True

This is me...hopelessly glaring down to the bottom of an empty Jack Daniel's bottle. Shallow sleepy breaths. What to do? What to do? And now I have it. Inspiration! Turkey on wheat. So often I find inspiration bursting forth from my stomach and my all time favorite attachment. Much less from that powerful machine that supposed to be the boss of everything. Sad but true.

New Species

Lately their has been a lot of talk about the Tea Party movement and Sarah Palin. I believe most people involved in the Tea Party have their hearts in the right place. Small goverment, stop taxing me to death, Sarah Palin, Blah Blah. But there's the problem: Sarah Palin. She's a new politician the likes of which we have never seen. Really? I'll cut taxes. Obama doesn't care about working Joes. I promise I can help you. We really haven't seen this before? Forgive me for having to liken Sarah Palin to a parrot. Schawwkk! I not into fact checking but I'm pretty sure that fancy Tea Party dinner she helped host (or spoke at) dinner was served at $2K a plate. Even our friendly Joe the Plumber's anus puckered at that price. I heard she'll even have her own perfume called Hyocritis coming very soon. All of this should not fall on deaf ears and this should not sting like a papercut but it still does. We live in America. The greatest nation in all the land and the only place these budding young sociopaths can find work is Washington. So this is nothing new. Just the same old with better legs.

Hurt

I feel like listening to Nine Inch Nails today. I'm not being overly dramatic and I don't feel like working out today. I just feel that the song "Hurt" covers just about all that I am feeling. I really liked this song in high school. I used to sing and yell and scream it when no one was home. Johnny Cash also did a version of the song. Johnny's version was unique in the way that you could feel the pain and regret in his voice. Of course as I write this I switch to Mr. Cash. Most people listen to music and feel some sense of comradre with the artist. But I believe this song only stings those with the most self loathing, regret and pain. I think Johnny chose this song because for just a few seconds his heart didn't feel like it was full of cement. Maybe he felt human again for a change. When I was in high school I felt "connected" to the artist. I had felt what he's feeling. As an older voice now I can't help but think what a dumb knownothing little shit I was. I don't really talk about loss and regret. I bury it deep. It's like waking up everyday in the middle of a funeral. These nagging little injuries that no one can see. Maybe Johnny felt the way I feel. Maybe Trent felt the I feel. MAYBE.