the pop culture ramblings of a lunatic.
Posts tagged Chicago
The Homeless Man of Your Dreams.
Jan 25th
I’ll be honest. Homeless people in Chicago are just awful. I don’t think I could ever be friends with them – even in a societal acceptable setting where their hobo beards aren’t slathered in apple sauce – because they are just so cruel to me. And it’s not even like I’m deserving of it or anything. I am a shy, petite, strapping, young, half-Asian lad. I am well mannered. I am well groomed. And frequently, I tend to keep to myself – except for few, sporadic times where I have these blatantly, long winded outbursts which are neither here nor there.
Also: Between you and me, I find quite a bit of their conduct to be unethical. Read the rest of this entry »
Questions.
Nov 19th
Before his Death, Dan Luke told me a few things about life. I remember one time we were stationed in Valencia, Spain for a month’s leave from active combat. At this point we had successfully driven the meatballs and their large spatula-catapults from Madrid – and were temporarily relieved from duty.
Back at the base – over dinner – Dan Luke just starting mindlessly ranting.
“If you ask me,” he said, “Society as a whole is somewhat broken – it’s as if we’re born into some sort of perpetual motion machine.”
He took a bite out of his steak and continued talking.
“Think of it this way, as soon as were born we already have a set of traditions people are following just for our entrance to this world – Baptisms, First Birthday Parties, Video tapes of our first steps – the list goes on and on.”
He pauses, “But what does it all really mean? If you ask me, too many things go unquestioned.”
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