Friends of Free,
I apologize that there was no correspondence on this blog Sunday or yesterday. But, having shown up at the Democratic rally on Sunday for Martha Coakley, I was instantly appalled by the lack of both enthusiasm and creative canvassing techniques. I spent the good portion of two hours scouring the Northeastern campus for young, vibrant Americans willing to make the local news with displays of force against the ‘Scott Brown Bus to Nowhere in Particular.’ However, it became apparent from the start that mine would be a losing effort and that college kids are, indeed, as they always seem these days, only interested in pussy, pizza, and pot.
That being the case, I abandoned my cry for protest and decided (since I was already there) to partake in two of these passive pastimes. I already had a big bag of weed on me and it’s been quite a while since I’ve had a girl in her early twenties. You’d be fucking surprised how easy it is to pick up a chick when you’re older, smarter, and carrying grass on that campus.
Thus, instead of attacking the ‘Scott Brown Bus to Nowhere,’ I decided to take up the offer from a young woman to retire back to her dorm room. All was right for a quick fuck— she had the booze, I had the chronic, Haiti and a Democratic campaign decimated by plate tectonics.
So, after having a lustful and pleasant fuck, I left the dorm building empty and wide-eyed. The world seemed different to me— almost more like the quiet and slowly fucked Rochester, New York I’d left a few short hours earlier.
The ground— it was shifting under our feet. The indifference smelled like the quietness just before a storm. It was a bust about to burst; a swollen colostomy bag of shit; a loss that didn’t even seem worth losing. I looked up at the grey, empty sky and all it looked like was a long and steady rain.
I’d have to say it’s time to cut our losses and start eating our dead.
- Free
