imagine my voice saying these words; then take another xanax.

established in milwaukee 1844

name that tune.

we wait, and what do we wait for? who is we? me and…….well, not just me. i hesitate to say the word (type it, at least) “generation,” because that has now, since the advent of “the 60s,” become trite. but what do we wait for? do we have any greatness left in us? in this decade. in this……well.

let me tell you: i see greatness every time i see irobert and monsterbeard, i see greatness when i read the horrors of certain “cuisine” from macedonia (not the one with the movie theatre) and i see greatness when i imagine two people puking over the side of a boat. i imagine greatness all around me, but when will be collective about it. are we? we are, we are never reminded that, well, in the collective do we find our strength, a ragtag group of rebels who are nothing like the ones in the movies and everything like the ones you wish you knew.

believe it. i do, so…..