Holy hell, guys! That was the most beautiful rainbow the world's ever seen! And it was right over there, over Campbell Road on my way to 75!
Okay, now that you're attention's been got, I'll tell you what it was like to see the most beautiful goddamn rainbow the world's ever seen.
It was an A+ nasty day: it was rainy, soggy, humid, gray, ugly, and oppressive. It was the sort of meteorologicaly (real word?) disparaged day that made you reconsider any previous happiness. "Life is shit," so says this sort of Gray. "It is the most plebeian of illusions. It sucks eggs all over. Life is hateful and absurd, and happiness is a fucking joke. Asshole."
Imagine driving in that, right? That's Dallas for you: A twenty-odd minutes drive to somewhere you hate to be going, in weather that blows no matter where you're standing, forever switching between shitty radio stations because you're tired of every CD and song that you own and you're too poor to buy any new music (But at least you have tires this week! Am I right??)
So. I leave school. I've walked a friend to his car, because it's raining and I have basically the greatest umbrella money can buy (I have a limited number of prized possessions, but this baby has fuggin' hydrolics which means it'll never go from parabola to hyperbole, knamean?). This is the same friend who I slept with last weekend, whose brother I am in love with.
Do you know any crazy people? I'm pretty good with them. I wouldn't call myself a crazy person but I have this uncanny social skill that allows me to get along with--and understand--most of the world's unstable or crazy types. Which is to say that it wasn't that awkward for me to be walking with this person toward his car, lending my legendary umbrella.
Okay, now that you're attention's been got, I'll tell you what it was like to see the most beautiful goddamn rainbow the world's ever seen.
It was an A+ nasty day: it was rainy, soggy, humid, gray, ugly, and oppressive. It was the sort of meteorologicaly (real word?) disparaged day that made you reconsider any previous happiness. "Life is shit," so says this sort of Gray. "It is the most plebeian of illusions. It sucks eggs all over. Life is hateful and absurd, and happiness is a fucking joke. Asshole."
Imagine driving in that, right? That's Dallas for you: A twenty-odd minutes drive to somewhere you hate to be going, in weather that blows no matter where you're standing, forever switching between shitty radio stations because you're tired of every CD and song that you own and you're too poor to buy any new music (But at least you have tires this week! Am I right??)
So. I leave school. I've walked a friend to his car, because it's raining and I have basically the greatest umbrella money can buy (I have a limited number of prized possessions, but this baby has fuggin' hydrolics which means it'll never go from parabola to hyperbole, knamean?). This is the same friend who I slept with last weekend, whose brother I am in love with.
Do you know any crazy people? I'm pretty good with them. I wouldn't call myself a crazy person but I have this uncanny social skill that allows me to get along with--and understand--most of the world's unstable or crazy types. Which is to say that it wasn't that awkward for me to be walking with this person toward his car, lending my legendary umbrella.
