Story time, fuckers. Several years ago I was working a bullshit delivery job at a sandwich place you've probably heard of. Easy money on the side. One of the creatures I worked with was an lazy, over dramatic, short haired dyke. I tried my best not to interact with her, she was a degenerate malingerer. Save work related discussion I didn't talk to her. One night, our manager is telling us that her and I will be closing together and she quips "Well that should make you happy, since you hate me." I look her dead in the face and tell her "I don't care enough about you to hate you"
Moral of the story, hate requires emotional investment. It's fine to hate, but make sure you're investing wisely.
Any change must begin somewhere, it is the single individual who will undergo it and carry it through. The change must begin with one individual, it may be any one of us. Nobody can look around and wait for somebody else to do what he is loathe to do himself.
I don't know what they call this song. Some might call it "space grass" but it sounds blue to me. Anyway here's something awesome to listen to while we await the Kenosha Kids verdict.
Ok, so this is actually Irish folk music but it's where bluegrass came from. Also the swallowtail was the first jig I learned on mandolin so this holds a special place in my heart.
