Canada Day. yipee. celebrating something I’m sure. but I’m not sure what. celebrating years and years of shitty leaders and shitty jobs. shitty rules and shitty weather. loud kids and loud adults that act like kids. loud fireworks and loud cars. loud dogs and loud music. loud BAD music. Canada Day is a celebration for those who don’t live. those who don’t thrive. those who don’t explore other countries and other foods. a one day event for those desperate souls living desperate lives. dull and depressing. depressing and dull.
i go back to my coffee and take a thoughtful sip. i feel my flabby belly and my foggy mind. i should be desperate and depressed but I’m always hopeful. hopeful for “what” I do not know. Murphy sitting by my side as always. the wind is damp and cool and I like it. cool damp weather is my favourite. my view is awful and I’m tired. with each sip I become more and more alive. just like beer. just like wine. the insecurities are lifted and the confidence is elevated. banging girls. banging drums. banging hockey sticks. banging baseball bats. banging tin. do people still use the term, “banging” when describing fucking a woman? I “banged” many. it was fun. reckless. exciting. they wanted to “bang” me too. especially at the end of the night after they failed to hook up with the rich ones. the good looking ones. amidst real businessmen and real entrepreneurs I was a fake architect with a fake story. fake glasses and a fake bank account. i figured if women wanted rich and women wanted fake then I would give them exactly what they wanted. i always had a big dick. that part I knew. that part I was confident with. i, sometimes, wonder what happened to all the women that I fucked?
i wonder how they look.
i wonder if they are alive.
i wonder if they married.
i wonder if they are sick.
i wonder if they have kids. i wonder about their life. i wonder about their story.
we all have stories.
we all have feelings.
we all have memories.
good memories.
bad.
traumatic.
sad.
hollywood tries so hard to come up with original content with original themes when the best stories are amongst us all. real life. real stories. real life is much more interesting than made up drama from “made up” writers and “made up” producers. dull. fake. phony. fake lives and fake wives. fake cars. fake hair. fake houses and fake friends.
everything fake.
everything phony.
it’s cloudy out and I hear a loud “muscle car” or a loud “muscle truck”.
dull people.
dull stories.
dull opinions.
dull houses.
dull minds.
dull souls.
DULL TOWN.
DULL LEADERS.
DULL COUNTRY.
HAPPY CANADA DAY.
i actually like canada.
notanotherphony. 