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Hey all. Been a busybyrnes these last weeks and must apologize for neglecting this page. Practical (read: boring) matters have swept me up like a current event at work. Seems that by simply standing there for 2 months I find myself suddenly the second in command, if only throiugh attrition. That is: everybody except the store manager and myself have quit. So, I now find myself the assistant manager of the lonliest convenience store on the planet; still working graveyard shifts only now these shifts have been streching further and further into the rosy glow and amphetamine letdown buzzing hours of morning.
Which is to say, I'm tired, America. All the freaking time. But the money's not bad for the prairie and even though I've been too tired to post much here, I've also been too tired lately to feel sorry for myself, which apparently is a lot of the problem, that and my not believing in anything.
So, what's to talk about and why would anyone listen? Much like the the motto of mountaineer, I trust this will be read simply because it is here. Not that my typed opinion carries any more weight than the next underachieving, middle aged flag of failure flyer but, like everyone else, I'm special.
Like everyone else.
Anyway, Virginia Tech. What can I say that hasn't been said already? I've purposely avoided watching any of the videotape Cho sent NBC. I'm afraid I might see too much of the black heart I play at on display in full truth. I was gonna write a snotty little column about how 'we' as a culture are responsible for the violence. Even had a snappy title: 'America, Behold Yr Son'. But, as mentioned, I couldn't/wouldn't watch his madness on parade as there's still a part of me that loves the sound of being at the end of my rope and in a weak moment might find myself yet again rooting for the bad guys just because I'm angry.
I no longer want to entertain that person. I feel for the dead and I fear for the living. Business as usual.
