A Pound of Flesh

From where will my pound of flesh be cut? Sssssh! It's a surprise. Creation out of obligation . Singing for my supper. Not to the Butcher, no. To a far sterner master. What do you know about Nebraska? Children of the corn? Good college football? The ONLY good Springsteen album? Yea well, there's those. And there's work. that's why I'm here . Drinking a lot (even for me) wearing burnt orange (not that i give a fuck about sports, except for baseball (though there's hockey on constantly here(which is awesome.!!!))). A great job offer, until it snows, and they find out I can't drive in that shit. I may have to get actual car insurance for the first time since high school(i turn 40 next week( just order a 6 month policy pay the first installment and keep the card( they never check( and drive carefully cause if you wreck, your fucked.)))). I should be writing about that.....turning 40. But I don't care about that either. I confronted my mortality so many times I'm comfortable with it . No really. I'm living for ......well you got me. Just breathing out of habit really. I guess it's the little things now. Vicoden, oral sex, bluegrass and barbeque.
Ill know when this piece is done as I have a six pack of PBR tallboys here(beer one gone), and when they're gone so am I . Dancing to the tune of the master, let me share some things with you that I have learned. Dogs, women, men, cattle and about everything else that walks, crawls, slithers or swims will respond to confidence. Act like you know what you're doing and people will line up behind you. Second , desire is the cause of all suffering. I'll let you figure that one out , or you can go get a copy of the Tao Te Ching and get it explained to you. It's a good read. Like an owner's manual for the soul. Next...... smell things before you eat them. This advice is only partially about food. And last, despite the ignorant, hate filled, caustic, wretched, fucked up, selfish, shitty world we live in............love is the overpowering force in the universe. Beer two.
Empathy and compassion...... an ounce of either, will overpower a metric shit ton of hate. Tell them I said that. Quantum mechanics, string theory......and all theoretical physics are the closest we will ever get to understanding anything else. Luck, God yourself, whatever...you will have to find faith. Why? Because you're a stupid animal. No better or worse than a slug. No greater spiritual value. No higher purpose.
Monkey.
You.
Deal with it.
No God, only Schlong, but whatever you gotta tell yourself yo? I'm into Hummers and peanut butter cookies, that........I can worship. Beer Three.
Speaking of bananas.....Fruit. I make noises like NAUMMMNNAUMMNNAUMMMMNNNN when i eat fruit. I would rather eat a mango than a slice of pizza. Same for a peach, banana, strawberry, fresh pineapple, some grapes, any type of melon, or a tomato. But probably not an eggroll........them bitches is bomb yo? What the fuck am I writing about? Beer four.

O.K. We just played Call of Duty Modern Warfare 2 on the PS3 for a couple hours so the beer, count thing is out the window. Moving from Austin Tx. to Omaha Ne. is absolute complete culture shock. Though its sweet to be the coolest person in the state. the bars suck . Downtown douchebags that i can talk circles around after 20 Guinnessses or 1000 suburban homo DJ'S, to borrow a phrase. And then....a ray of light. Barney O' Connors....or Murphy's....O'Rileys or some such shit. Market district...."downtown" Omaha. For 5 dollars you can commandeer the jukebox with Jane's Addiction, Monster magnet and Smashing Pumpkins(fuck you...I like them) and drink tap Guinness by a girl that knows how to pour it and switch to Shiner longnecks when the shots of Irish whisky (Catholic or Protestant) have you crawling. Flash fwd. 3 hours and shots are lined up on the bar. we're slapping backs and shaking hands trying to find time to talk to everyone. I get into a conversation about architecture with a guy from east bay(i lived in Santa Cruz). He's here to buy the old International Harvester building in Iowa (a few miles away) and convert it into artist lofts. I show him the Harvester tractor logo tattooed on my forearm and we're instant friends. I steal the bill Hicks joke about " eventually all malls will connect" . our discussion culminates in a rant ...by me....in which i explain that after all the shit that got torn down in this country after WW1 all we have left is these structures. they are our soul. they are America. I explained that by the time F.D.R. was done playing tonsil hockey with the Nazis and sacrificed Pearl harbor not to look like an asshole for not backing Churchill in the first place, we had a moment to breathe before Sept. 11. 1963 when Johnson poured Jack out onto Elm st for Armalite , Bell helicopter and the opium trade opening the door for Nixon and his bullshit. Before most people could get to their feet (ford and poor Carter) we got the Regan years and two double shots of Bush (why do I feel like flying a plane into something?). Those buildings mean a lot to me. I went on to tell him about the old Jeff Davis hospital in Houston (my fave building there(where my mother was born)). His company saved it. "That's one small step for man, one giant leap for mankind." the moon landing was faked by the way. America is shellshoked, those who aren't are too stupid to be. Art, film, music, literature are a solid effort , but just in case its too late......STOP FUCKING TEARING SHIT DOWN !!!!!!!!!!!!!
As it happens the girl that runs the Jeff Davis hospital is one of my best friends and one of his favorite employees. Texts went out...." Yo bitch, I'm getting hammered with your fuckin boss!". Small world. Was I going somewhere with this?
On review.....I was not. In short, we are a cavity in gods mouth. he hates us and I don't blame him, but it won't get you anywhere. Just keep loving and fucking and try and help others through their bullshit....and appreciate the people around you. For me it's my son and my awesome ass girlfriend, and all my friends, especially you Stephen..... and the little shit..............and that's enough for now.