I am suddenly aware...
America is obsessed with image, like having our shit together even when this dinghy is on fire and actively sinking.
Glasses are off...uh oh, he means business...
Annie and I recently saw this movie, "I, Tonya," the one about Tonya Harding, the Olympic skater who got wrapped up in scandal after being somewhat involved in Nancy Kerrigan's ass...or knee, being beaten down. There were a few lessons I learned from that movie. First, choose your friends wisely. Not everyone you meet in life ought to be there for you at the end. You need true, golden souls whom are only out to build you up, not bring you down.
Thank God, I found that in Hiro, Jonny, and Al.
SPOILER ALERT, go watch that fucking movie, it's fucking great...my official movie review to my legions of followers.
Second lesson I learned from that movie, it takes more work to build an image. True heartbreak of the film was when the Olympic National Figure Skating Committee told Nancy...no, Tonya. They told Tonya, since she was quintessential eating-rabbits, making fur-coats-out-of-that-shit white-trash, that she didn't represent the image that the NFSC was looking for, even though Tonya Harding was talented as fuck, the only woman to EVER land a triple axel in competition. Fucking bullshit. NFSC wanted some angelic, cutes motherfucker, but fuck that shit. Talent is talent, motherfuckers. I still can't believe, but I'm not surprised, by that fuckery. Complete. Fucking. Bullshit...that she didn't win a motherfucking thing.
Since when the fuck did I become such a pro on women's figure skating? Since right fucking now, mother fucker.
OK. Happy dance. Happy dance.
Yes, after re-reading the title of this post, I am suddenly aware....of what time it is...11:53pm, Good God, let me join my wife.
