I want to build a website based on a Ouiji board. Everyone would love it… except my mother. The last generation built cities. We build websites. I can actually do neither. I can whistle well and make people feel good about themselves. Maybe I should start a whistling support group. We’ll drink hot chocolate and annoy EVERYONE. We could print up shirts that say, “Tired Lips and a Happy Heart.” Or… “Ask Me About My Whistling!” And after awhile, the feds look into it and realize that it is actually just a front for a huge meth distribution ring. Ohhh wellllllllll. Today is be an adult day and not let bad dreams effect you. STEP ONE: raise my right hand in the midst of my dreams. STEP TWO: walk the grand canyon in it’s entirety by the time I am 30. Reach the edge. Call for a flock of eagles to carry me out of there and drop me on a beach. Light a cigarette the second my feet hit sand. Ask the bartender for a gin martini and suddenly change my mind while staring at a nearby island. Tell him to hold my calls. And to get my suit pressed and leave it hanging on that lone coconut tree near the cliff at sunset. Disappear.
