One Bad Random
Friday, May 27, 2005
I Think I'm Turning Into My Dad
I was driving home from work yesterday and I saw some skanky young couple begging on the street corner. Their sign said that they were traveling and needed money for food and hotel. Sure, there could be all sorts of legitimate reasons they're traveling without sufficient money. Perhaps they were robbed or are running from some abusive situation at home. I don't know.
However, all I could think about while I'm looking at these kids is (that's the first one that makes me like my dad--everyone is a kid, no matter what their age), "I don't work for a living so you can skate by living off the crumbs and table scraps of the productive members of society. Perhaps you should learn to plan before going on your much needed vacation from sniffing glue and masturbating to Victoria's Secret catalogues. I didn't give at the office, and I'm not giving now. Get a job!" Well with the exception to the huffing and masturbation references, that's my fucking dad talking. I'm one step away from stepping completely off the edge and becoming the big Lebowski:
Your revolution is over, Mr. Lebowski. Condolences. The bums lost. My advice is to do what your parents did; get a job, sir. The bums will always lose. Do you hear me, Lebowski?How sad. I think it only gets worse from here.
