4th of July

It seems 4th of July is upon us once again. A time for many to gorge on meat and drink beer, all in the name of freedom. Yeah, it doesn't make too much since to me either but neither does Easter.

You might be asking out loud to the computer screen right now (Because no one is around but your three cats. And you know only one of them will judge you. And it just so happens he's the one being put down in a few days anyway due to cat leukemia.) "What's your plans for the 4th of July, oh mysterious blogger?"

My plans? I am going to spend my time pretending the popping sound I hear outside is gunshots because the idea that there could be people outside my window having an old west style shootout is more comforting to me than the idea that happy people are shooting explosions into the sky so they can see a pretty light show. You might be saying, "Gee, that sounds depressing. Why don't you be more optimistic? Look on the bright side?"

Maybe the bright side isn't so good. Maybe the bright side makes you go blind and gives you terminal skin cancer. Personally I prefer the dark side. We have better jokes...and from what I hear, cookies.

But don't let depressing ole me piss on your parade. By all means, have a happy fourth. I'll be in my dark corner wondering how Tom Waits growls like that all the time and doesn't go through cough drops like Courtney Love through bad decisions.

"Misery's The River Of The World"