Sundancers blazing in the hot moonlight while Jeep cherokees ride the the sandy rot. Nothing compares to the bleak sidewinders and the hippified gangsters on Sunset Boulevard. I hated Hollywood, cheap people with expensive tastes and it costs a token to take a piss. Where are they now? Beverly Hills dropouts singing sad songs like Elton John and Jerry Lee, hey that guy was an asshole but my grandma loved him. Learning the piano at her house was such a drag, like the puffs she took smoking Kent 100s, drinking coffee, watching "good night John Boy," and begging for more Fats Domino. The stench of years old nicotine yellowing the walls and arteries that eventually killed her. Silence now reigns in the veins where she once resided which is good because Lord knows she never could shut the fuck up. It's a running trend in the fam, we all talk when we're nervous. Say things we don't mean, mean things we don't say, and are steady stuck in the detritus of shallow relationships we never really cared for in the first place. What about you, playboy? Grew up on a farm worked in a butcher shop because mommy and daddy couldn't make it work. Always being pulled in different directions because of course you love one more, but you really wanna live with the one that buys you the most useless shit like that Super Mario Brothers box set, goddamn those guys can shred. Selfish little prick never knew what he wanted but he liked attention so he took it where he could get it. Yeah, my capacity for self loathing is outstripped only by my competing narcissism and body dismorphia also known as “I vacillate between thinking I’m a worthless or a badass fat guy.” Carried a tune in a bucket all the way to opera school where between the delusions of grandeur and the pursuit of enlightenment through self-destruction and substance abuse managed to read a book or two and consistently achieve high levels of mediocrity at every turn. Systemic self abuse led to a heart attack at 25 where he began to reevaluate his life choices and try to fly straight. I'd blame it on the violence of my youth but ultimately I'm responsible for my own choices. Back in my parachute pant days I was an idealist, now I'm a realist, a pessimist, a cynical piece of who gives a fuck amidst all the injustice in the world. I'm intensely aware of my daughter watching Baby Einstein and wishing that I could take her to see the home she was born in but the rabid right wingers are busy immanentizing their fucking abhorrent eschaton. Those fucks really are the kings of projection. Don't bitch about them on Facebook though because you'll alienate half your audience. Well what happens if I don't want to do business with those mewling quims, I'm pretty sure they just codified my right to tell them to fuck off since they didn't wanna bake a gay dude a cake. I spend every morning reading about the progression of the dumpster fire consuming my country powerless to look away because who doesn't like watching car crashes in slo mo? 9/11 happened and we all turned on each other and fed the rich instead of eating them. Mission fucking accomplished my ass. Socioeconomic divides widen, fat cat wallets swell, and the rubes eat Big Macs and stand in line for new iPhones so they can post every minute detail of their lives on social media for dissection by big data firms that sell the goods to Silicon hillbilly wankers obsessed with cutthroat libertarian utopias, where the chattel are convinced it's the poor people that's robbed them. There was never any equality, just a Star Trek pipe dream of post scarcity societies whilst getting screwed by supply side Jesus, remember when he didn't feed the multitudes with those fish and loaves but instead gave them all a copy of "Atlas Shrugged," and said, "what about them bootstraps tho?" Yeah, me neither.