Tomorrow is the end of the world.
You are excited, I know.
If tomorrow were seriously, really, actually the end of the world, do you know what I would do? I would do all of those drugs that were supposed to have long-term consequence, not the least was hard jail time in "Just Say No" America, and that I was far too square to do back when all of my peers were doing them. X, LSD, anything else referred to by initial? I would be there, trippin' and playing Clapton (he was "God" after all), and watching the end of the world. In fact, I'd probably think that I'd been raptured. I'd damn well believe it!
Then, at 6:01, I'd be puking my guts up.
Saturday, May 21, 2011
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If tomorrow is the rapture, then... well, I'm still going to be here on Monday.
BUT...
If October is the end for the rest of us, then I'm not going to worry overly much about the melanoma that yesterday's godawful sunburn has probably earned me 15 years down the road.
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