Wednesday, July 4, 2007

The Meaning of LIfe

The streets were soggy as I drove home tonight in a cab wreaking of balls and ass. It's the 4th of July and the fireworks are about to blast off over the Schuylkill River. I hate holidays. People are always so happy until it ends and they realize how miserable their lives are. Why can't everyday be a holiday? Nah, misery likes company. As the cab slowed to a siren red light I noticed a big ass cockroach crossing 8th street. I despise those little imps. If there is one creature I wish was extinct it would be cockroaches. I don't understand their purpose on this planet. I just don't get it. It's a shame that someday they will outlive our race. That thought actually scares me. I could see it now big ass cockroaches fucking everywhere just multiplying all over this bitch. So back to the cockroach crossing the street. At the very moment I realized the meaning of life: Take risk. Any risk. Just do it.