the wind is pushing hard out there and i just want stay calm inside and read monkey boy. i remember my dad scoffing when i lay around the house, though i also remember him laying on the couch for hours watching football. that was the beginning of my experience of hypocrisy and bullying and sporting events, and guilt over my persistent inertia. 

i was also remembering that after the move bombing when he made that inane and offensive we are the world style coca cola ad for mayor goode his huckster partner, the cola ad man, wanted to bring me in as a junior partner. wouldn't that be fun? days later i was driving across canada with my dog bigsby. so long, dad. the elite universities have appropriated for forensic science the bones of children burned by the police burned in the move house siege. tells a long sad story about the social experiment of this forsaken country.