Yeah. Come back to an old place, especially from your youth, and everything seems smaller.
When you were a kid, the Coca Cola cooler seemed big. It's not. It's also rusted and broken. But that's okay. If you have an Amex card, you can still get a cold king size glass bottle of coke. Right. If you're a billionaire.
I'm tired of pretending. Even the ones who think they know don't. Intellectually maybe, they have some appreciation of the dire circumstance. They see Godzilla emerging from the sea at the city's edge. What they don't see, and never will, is that everyone alive now beckoned Godzilla, asked him to come in one way or another. By the fights they refused to fight, the narrow ambitions they pursued while the giant stomped closer, the semantics they used to deflect responsibility from themselves because all they cared about was their families. As if families will exist when freedom has been extinguished by a reptilian moron.
Got a scuffed old cowboy boot with a bone boot chain. Propping it on the porch rail. Want to fight? I welcome it. Come. Fight. All you millennial slackers. I'm the elder now. And I don't care about your feelings anymore. Such freedom. You have absolutely no idea how much more I know about everything than you do.
Aaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhh. I can breathe again.
It's not incremental. It's factorial. I'm breathing this tremendous sigh of relief. The cars go by. Very infrequently. I've shown you my work and you don't comprehend it. You drive by. I breathe. Do you understand that? It makes me free. Now, when I dream, my dreams are not so bad.
I've got an old Triumph here. I'm kick-starting it now. But I'll be back in an hour or so for a king size Coke unless there's a 16 oz RC Cola in that magnificent artillery bottle.
As I said, you have no idea what all is in my head.
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