Today I was just busting out Mister Charm. Hectored my coworker on the fine distinctions among various sects of Dutch Reformed (the most schism-prone of all of John Calvin's children), disquisitioned engagingly anent the Dutch colonial enterprise and the depraved bloodshed and tyranny thereof, spoke enlighteningly about Hong Kong eating habits (high sugar, high fat, and high blood pressure), and clearly explained to Richard that I keenly anticipated a revolution in which the gross bourgeoisie of Marin would get slaughtered, and that I would be happy to see his blood running in the streets.
All in all I had a fine old time.
I staved off boredom.
Mostly mine.
AFTER WORD
Yes, I know some great political shake-up involving purging society of the prosperous self-important parasites of Marin is not going to happen, due to the apathy of the exploited classes.
But a man can dream.
==========================================================================
NOTE: Readers may contact me directly:
LETTER BOX.
All correspondence will be kept in confidence.
==========================================================================
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
A QUESTION OF LIFE STYLE
My apartment mate, who has an almost clinical interest in certain things, was sharing details about cyst sacs from her side of the table on ...
No comments:
Post a Comment