they havent floated up to the good place and they get tangled in tree branches
heart strings, rooftops, bangs, fishing caps
because they’re dead but haven’t risen they think the whole trip is over and ends poorly
but they haven’t seen the other side.
they still think Bin Laden is on the run.
they still believe OJ is guilty.
for all they know rock is doing perfectly well.
we have two jobs. one is to usher the spirits to the next Mario Bros level.
the other is to live by example.
on the playground where i grew up in the mean streets of the suburbs
if one kid nailed a 3 pointer then all of us started making shots way down town.
and if another kid dunked, then we all believed we could too.
after all, we all chewed the same gum, wore the same Cons, and kissed the same girls.
so of course we could all dunk.
which is why to this day you dont wanna see me driving the lane cuz yr gonna be in my poster.
living by example is the greatest lesson Pete Rose ever gave us. if a slow, stocky, hick, with no college degree can knock more hits than any other person in baseball history
then OF COURSE those of us with video technology, Jamesian statistics and some talent can make it to the 3,000 hit club, but alas so few do.
because so few do.
we are monkeys. we have to see the 100th monkey wash his hands before we do. we have to see the reality tv star ascend to the white house before we believe it can be done.
and now we have to watch the right people do the right thing to truly drain the swamp.
the ghosts must be removed from the machine.
and then the machine needs to be turned into a computer chip.
and placed in a lock box