Monday evening and all seems so well in my world. I am afflicted like most of my generation I think, with this constant fear of the other shoe…We were the first generation to truly understand the threat of annihilation, it might have been cute to see all those pictures in the World Book Encyclopedia year book and Life magazine of kids cowering as directed under desks in the late 50s. By the time we were in school we had realized the futility of any such action and stopped the drills.

No more hiding under seats…why? Because it’s fucking ridiculous that’s why…why make the kids crawl around and get their jeans and blue chinos all scuffed in the knees when the likelihood that it would do any good was slim to none.

If they drop the bomb then we are all going to die, except of course the few who built bomb shelters, oh we make fun of them now, and truth be told the combined power of all those bombs going off at once is as likely to crack the globe like an egg as not, so there’s an even chance that even those were a exercise in fu-fucking-tility…

So where do I go from here…Oh! I started this by talking about what a seemingly, (there I go again), good time this is in my life…

This crowd of mine… always waiting for the other shoe…

Fuck the other shoe, fuckabuncha shoes…