PART 19

Brian Eno kind of morning. Makes me want to strap luggage to the side of a train and lift my friends and family into the carriage as I pass by with a huge grin on my face. No matter what… you are an individual. Remember that. And remember how much fun it is to share that with someone else. No two people EVER become one and that’s the beauty of it all. I think we, Americans, forget that fact. But we’re the new kids on the block (in a historical, global sense) and want to make up for that in too many obvious ways. We work too hard and are too religious and too insecure with our bodies and too goddamn up tight for our own good. We let MTV and prescription pills slide through the cracks, but are shocked when Argentina legalizes gay marriage or when a nude woman is displayed on a European billboard. Of course, our billboards are covered with the dangers of an eternal hell (haha!) or where you will end up getting raped if you start taking meth. (not kidding) I’m thinking about recreating the sermon on the mount. But this time… its the entire population of North America present and I’m speaking with none of my words in red. I’d pass out sushi with dipping sauces and  black coffee with no sugar or cream. And all cell phones and apps and computers and Wii fits would be destroyed and chain restaurants would be burning in the background as domesticated animals break chains and doorways and run into the wilderness. And families would sit together and notice the length of each persons eye lashes. And children would smile at the sun and scratch their mothers backs and the elderly would rest their heads in the laps of their grown sons. And once everyone settled in… I would clear my throat and raise my hands and say, “I know we’re young, but lets grow the fuck up.”