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Monday, February 09, 2004

"Black to the bone my home is your home..."

Welcome to the terrordome. Did I ever tell you gents how Public Enemy got me through high school? Yeah, they had the earn-yer-diploma program.

The day started out good, then turned shitty. The Kevin Cooper story really gets my bothered. Now I can't bruce, I can't observe the earth, I don't even feel like eating sushi.

This man changed his life when he was told of his execution date. And was asked to choose the method of his death. Most of us, though all condemned to die, are never presented with this option.

We can all use a change of life, couldn't we? Yes we can. I'm sure we can. It is safe to assume that what he changed it from is a much worse life than what we could change our life from.

Sorta puts things in some perspective. How much OK do you need to be from your own brother? Somewhat OK? More OK? Much more OK?

Today started out wonderful. A noon workout splits my day in half rather nicely. I walked into the public restroom at work around 3pm and all the shit stalls were full. I walked up to the next floor and found one stall available. I can see the foot of the guy on my left as he shuddered then let out some nasty sounds. The guy on my right followed with something like a response. The restrooms aren't usually this busy. It turns out to be a shitty day.

- fuck you