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[an experiment in voice]

It’s that time again, kids. So put down your ham sammiches and listen up! I can’t be the only motherfucker around here who’s wallowing in self-pity, and this has gotta stop. Obviously, if you’re reading this you are among the elite creme-de-la-creme

of all this is bad ass, so I won’t have to repeat myself: “Get off your ass and start enjoying stuff!”

Why the sudden burst of preachiness? I was on a plane for a LONG time yesterday, and an even LONGER time the day before, and it (and Kurt Vonnegut, Dostoevsky, and Umberto Eco) gave me a lot of time to think about what’s going on. Not just with me, but with the world.

Yeah, the world. That thing we live on.

Particularly, the US. I consider myself a patriot, and would bust up anyone who sassed Uncle Sam, acting like we weren’t all up ‘bout being the best place to live in the world. However, people are lazy round here. Myself included. (With the possible exception of Carl, who’s not lazy, but has other flaws.) And it’s not just about work. We’re lazy about play, too. And about self-improvement, or thought. This has got to stop, at least in my own life.

Another thing which brought about this rant is a letter from Jesse ‘Ass’ Nash, in which (probably down in a exhaustive, speel-deprived stupor) he whines alot, echoing a lot of my present sentiments. I was all like “What an Ass, bein all down like dat—bitch needs to raise up and get his livin on,” and then realized that all that testification was exactly what I’d been feeling. Now I gots too much dat pride to just dump it all on my friends, but we was out there choosin’ oars together.

So I thought about it. And realized that that was the problem: Laziness. I was too lazy in the mind to think about how to fix things. I was too lazy to try and find some diversion to get my mind off’n it. I was too lazy to change my mind about what was important, or to do any real self-exploration. In short, I had no excuse, because it was possible to change all the things that were wrong with my life. And so I did, and am, right now, encouraging all of the blood to join with me in this effort—to get out of our ass groove and shake stuff loose.

Get up off your crease and find something what makes you scream inside. Life’s in your hands, people, stop gettin butterfingers.