we're talking about people, not common denominators...

socially wrong - a few days ago, i woke up feeling as if i hit complete rock bottom compounded by the tandem of this current quagmire of inebriated ignorance alongside a nightmare of evil reality...talking about it socratically is probably the most reccommended way to open up, to vent and discover new rays of light to break through the entangled misdirection...so spending time conversing/drinking with my lateral thinking buddy has given me if not some helpful answers, some much needed justification/rationale for scerosis-pathed lifestyle...it's also interesting that when i'm in these nomadic states (physically and mentally) i find myself coincidentally letting go in a murakami book....i find all his books to be one long story of a misdirected, confused protagonist finally hitting rockbottom or seeing the light to turn away from conformity and to look for his destiny....to piece together the alternate reality back together with daily life and become whole again....and in all his books, after each segment of heavy introspection or active investigation into his being, he "pours himself a drink....or 2....or until the eyes get weak.....

"at times like this adults need a drink"

"okay, suppose you were a bird," i said "and flying was something you really enjoyed and made you feel good. but there were certain circumstances that, except on rare occassions, kept you from flying. i dont know, let's say lousy weather conditions, the direction of the wind, the season, things like that. but the more you couldn't fly, the more you wanted to fly and your energy built up inside you and made you irritable. you felt bottled up or something like that. you got annoyed, maybe even angry. you get me?"..."well that's your sex drive..."

....is it always good?

"no not always" i said. "bring two imperfect beings together and things dont always go right. you're flying along nice and easy and suddenly there's this enormous tree in front of you that you didnt' see before, and cr-rash."

shrimping - people sit on stools and crowd around a green pool filled with farmed shrimp using dinky rods trying to catch shrimp....beers stogies and good friends....hours and hours of entertainment....not to mention the grilling aftermath.....whoeever came up with this idea is preettty ingenious....why trek to the ocean when they bring the ocean to you?....