I've said it probably 200 times, and I will say it again...the world would be a much better place if pot were legal, and alcohol wasn't. Pot makes people mellow, alcohol makes them stupid and belidgerant.
Its Sunday night, the food and wine festival has just ended here on the beach, and there are a few thousand people trying to leave. The roads are jammed. The cops are driving around like crazy people with their lights flashing, going nowhere, just showing the colors. Fascists...
Anyway, most of the people driving now are probably intoxicated, so the roads are stupid and dangerous. If they were all stoned, the few who are drunk would be obvious and easy to handle. We might even be able to be kind to them... what a concept. Treat deviants with respect and care...
The problem isn't the people, they are mostly sheep and do what everyone else does. The problem is the law that creates a beligerant society.
But hey, what do I know? I'm just an old divorced washed out addict.
Ahhh... just tuned into some baaaach. Sometimes you just need some peace. I didn't have to work a double tonight, and I have two days off now because my mom is comming to visit. I've been working a little too much, and this is just what the doctor ordered. Remember, work to live, don't live to work.
It has been a nice, peaceful week living once again with my friend. I had to go to the hostel tonight to see my bartender friend because there was a problem with some music files she gave me to copy. My goodness, what a chaotic, unpeaceful place. How did I keep my sanity living there for three weeks? I stayed in my room, that's how. The world's children come to south beach to play. The barely post-pubescent ones with no money and an over-abundance of hormones go to that hostel. The saddest thing is the 30-, and 40-something guys who go there to pick up young female travelers.
I remember saying I would suffer financial hardship for my friend. While that's not yet a reality, she's not working, and I expect to have to dip into my savings soon to cover the rent. She's doing ok so far. I can see the stress of unemployment in her, and I'm doing my best to insulate her from the worst of it. She would do it for me in a heartbeat, and I'm happy I have the means to help her. I'm trusting that she and I can have all we need, even if it isn't all that we want.
My attitude is still good. I have all that I need, and I have opportunities to help others. I'm still earning trust at work; I've lost a couple good bar shifts recently because I'm new. Atleast I believe that's why. The alternative explanation is because I'm not italian. Even though I know there is some nationalistic bias at my restuarant, I choose to believe that I earn what I receive. It beats being angry. I generally prefer to not be angry. In fact, recently I started thinking of negative thoughts as temptations from Satan.
I'm not getting fundamentalistic. "Satan" is a concept to me that communicates the destructive, self-serving tendancies that are so easy to submit to, and so difficult to escape once you have begun to embrace them.
More on that later. Life is as good as it gets. Always hard, but everyday there is good. What do you want, a cookie?
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