Saturday, September 13, 2014
Family Gathering, Small But Desperate
-If your father starts telling those same stories of his,
I’m going to sing the loudest note I’m capable of!
-I thought those kind of tales to be essential to
community. Imprint, and all that good shit.
-Oversupply at present.
-You’ve a duty to be patient. For all humankind!
-I gotta work for a fuckin living! Weekends must let off
a thousand pounds of pressure or so.
-Oh? Are you a giver or a taker?
-A striver. And without a discernable goal. Trapped in
a maze of complete stupidity!
-Isn’t that called a rat race? Literally?
-Check my whiskers!
-I’ve got a headache.
Labels: community, desperation, Family, giver, marriage, rat race, relationship, stories, striver, taker, work
