people ask me questions. Lord knows why.
problem with asking me things is i just may tell you the truth.
sometimes the ugly truth.
sometimes i’ll say it in a harsh cold unflowery midwestern way.
some people appreciate that style,
especially here in LA where bs is valued
to those who have extremely low self esteem
and wanna believe in magic and unicorns.
the truth is the only magic in life
is based in hard work at the right time
with committed people for the right things.
and lots of it.
if your car is stuck in the mud
it doesnt matter how hard you hit the gas.
sometimes you have to do something different.
like get out of the damn car.
but getting out of the car for some people involves
admitting theres a problem, willingness to get dirty
and acknowledging that plan A isnt working.
some freak out with that.
what if it doesnt get better i was asked?
what if we just get older
and balder and fatter and slower
and more out of touch
and things only get worse?
what if hope, like the sticker on the back of my girlfriends VW
just keeps fading and eventually peels off?
what if the environment gets filthier and housing costs get more out of reach
what if the economy never truly rebounds?
what if she never realizes im the man for her?
yesterday i was asked a variety of questions like those
by several very sweet people.
my answer to all of them was probably not what they were looking for.
when we die
we go to heaven.
in the meantime, suck it up whiner.