Do you feel exposed?
I’m not just talking about the normal routine recording of your every gesture and utterance outside carefully constructed and deliberate walls of polite procedure rooted in a more gentile and tolerant time, one where gentlemen didn’t read each other’s mail except when they could.
I mean here out on the cold windy street corner of blogdom, doing your soon to be extinct polar bear club defiance of diminishing icecaps, lime stuffed Corona in hand.
One hardly knows where honesty ends and self interest begins unless they are one and the same because of the bigger picture.
Grab your gaze out of the gutter and look up to the stardust from whence you came and believe in yourself again.
You can change things. You know it’s true. Stop smoking. Get fit. Care more for those around you and let them know it.
Blog more. Sing louder. We are not proud, or tired. And we’ll show you the next time it comes around on the guitar.
Of course the four part harmony and circles and arrows on the back of each one explaining how they are to be used in evidence against me is up to you.
Me? I’m just happy to be sitting here on the Group W bench disturbing the peace with the father rapers and mother stabbers.