There's a book I haven't read, but I love the title. It is:
Another Bullshit Night in Suck City, by Nick Flynn.
Inspiring. Because there are days, let's face it, when all of us pull up to the curb in Suck City, park our cars, hit the sidewalk, and get flattened by a nearby bulldozer.
Today was one of those days for me. It was a day in which I contemplated the rest of my life and saw a one-way ticket to Suck City as I stepped onto Platform #9.
Regular readers know that such bouts of self-pity don't wash around here. Tomorrow we at "The Gods Are Bored" will be back to our sassy selves. Sort of. Maybe. Oh hell, who knows?
We're betting on "maybe." Because tomorrow night at the ungodly hour of 8:00, I travel to Wenonah, NJ to rehearse a Buzzard Dance.
The following is just to cheer myself up. Go directly to Dora if you want sure-fire happiness and light.
Anne at East Coast Vulture Festival, 2006
Anne at East Coast Vulture Festival, 2007
If those people in Akron don't mail me this Shamanic Vulture Garb, I'm gonna get on a plane, fly out there, and escort them to Suck City to keep me company.
CORNER OF DAMMIT AND ALLTOHELL STREETS
SUCK CITY, USA