The musicians of my slightly misspent teens are now all sold. First Jello Biafra is in to politics, then Siouxsie releases this, now Johnny Rotten is the butter man. What happens to a person that makes you unable to live only for today when you wake up with a stiff neck and sore knees? Is there something in healthy food that makes a person think of financial solubility?
I suspect that it is erosion of the soul that takes the corners and edges off of a person. Living in a commercially saturated environment gradually replaces your self esteem with the need for cable TV, your creative impulse is abducted by an Xbox, monthly payments are Wonder Woman's lasso.
A short (and TRUE! story)
A man named Eddie was walking to the bus stop so he could go to work. The telephone poles all had flyers for concerts and shows that he never goes to, Eddie did not notice them. There was a pretty girl watching him, walking the other direction, Eddie was thinking of the report that is due by lunchtime. A community recycling store employee flipped the sign to OPEN for the first time while Eddie was looking at his watch.
Coming home from work Eddie was miserable that he had nothing to do tonight. He knew that there would be nothing on TV. He expected to be bored. Eddie wished that he had a girlfriend, but women are really hard to meet. "Perhaps I'll rearrange my apartment, I've not got enough room for my stuff." He thought.
