PART 22

Busy. Busy. Busy. Stop and smell the roses means nothing to me. Stop and smoke a cigarette NOW means the same. I guess I’m going to do what I have to do to not inhale smoke.

A. because I’m not a dragon.

B. because I don’t want to have to crawl to the bathroom by the time I’m 70.

No one wants to be the other’s responsibility. At lest I don’t. I want to breath in inspirational pages of magazine interviews and exhale tall tales my father once told me about living in Bakersfield, CA. Nothing is harder and nothing is easier, but whatever. As long as you are happy and without concern; do what you want. Jump out of planes while wrestling a bear or fall in love with everyone you meet. Of course, neither one of those things will give you cancer OR will financially supports the most evil corporations EVER known to mankind. But whatevz. James Dean did it. (I think.) And whatever James Dean (probably) did… we should all (probably) do too. Because it’s 2010 and we’re borrowing heros and heart throbs from older generations. Which is depressing, but whatever. I blame the internetz. Damn you, internetz. Damn, you.