Someday, perhaps, but not now, I will tell my grandkids, (hopefully) and the rest of the world about what life is like behind the iron curtain. Then you perhaps you might have some inkling of what's left of my sanity here behind the glass curtain.
DO YOU KNOW SOMEONE STOLE MY IDENTITY? MINE!?! As if life wasn't ridiculous enough, somebody decided to take the rags of life off of my freaking back, and now I can't get a social security card, AND medical bills were made in my name toward medicaid and now I'm supposed to somehow provide proof of citizen ship, in a place where ALL VITAL RECORDS WENT UNDER WATER--and HOMELAND SECURITY is dictating I gather forms that do not exist--from an institution that no longer exists, while I am quite honestly sitting here with a .38, waiting for the lastest crackhead who threatened me and mine to make bail--glad only that the only transportation he has are his feet, since the vehicle that was stolen was confiscated, so I figger I have nothing to fear but a "walk by" shooting, 'cause this dummy hasn't held a job in thiry years. For cryin' out loud, I am afraid to go to HOME DEPOT, lest I be rounded up and sent to Mexico with the rest of of the illegals--but yeah, I am quivering in fear, worried that I'll get my feelings hurt in CA.
ARE YOU FREAKING MAD, MAN???
(Do I spell that with one "ell" or two?)
My sensitivity was toward others. They don't know me, so they have no idea if I'm just there out of part of the dastardly plan to ruin that HUGE party that was going on in CA. But now, I LIKE it there, so put up with me.
And yanno, I'm not even mad at YOU. Curious, yes. I have to wonder what is going on in someone's life that they feel compelled to run willy nilly through online forums, picking fights and making mental muscles.
Do you live in New Orleans too?