Life rifts are moving. Someone told me that it's time to start saying some serious shit.
Last night, I saw a man sing karaoke. The chorus of the song was, "I tried so hard and got so far, but in the end it doesn't even matter," and while he sang, a half-covered T.V. in an empty corner of the bar flashed images of a crying black woman in a red shirt.
This afternoon, I had a dream in which I was dressed as a polyester and spandex Snow White, looking for a place to shit.
