“Things Overheard In the Only Coffee Shop In Town” was a better idea in theory than it actually turned out to be. I posted it because I can’t post what I really want to. Because I can’t really find the words. It’s 0 degrees outside, I’m listening to Van Morrison, and I’m absolutely livid. I have been in a state of suppressed rage for 24 hours because I simply cannot believe how much shit is going down in Iraq. I can’t even wrap my mind around it, can’t process it. How, realistically, do you deal with the sick waste of life occuring there?
I should probably point out that my anger is, more or less, a result of viewing the documentary The Ground Truth. Needless to say, the film is powerful.