17th
There I sat, wired on caffeine and god knows what, vacant eyed and dreary in an emergency room. Surrounded on all sides by the dregs of the city. The horrors I saw were not of the blood and flesh, but that of the twisted mangled humanity that only can be seen at a hospital after midnight.
Time slinked slowly as I tried to keep myself sane, hoping that the bombings in Indonesia would proved some distraction. Yet try as I hard as I could, my attention continually strayed.
Each visage of humanity there seemed to almost become a twisted caricature of stereotypes. A women with a mullet, heart branded to her arm. Mangy crack heads jonsing for a fix. It was as if I had stepped into some sort of alter reality that had no place in the suburban area I called home.
But who am I to judge? I sat their entertained, watching these freaks. Almost as if they performed for me.
And you know what? At 2am, that’s pretty fucking entertaining.
So maybe the idiots are taking over, as it was posited in the show Nathan Barley. But at least those of us who are in some sort of right mind well get a hell of a show.
So I say “Let the idiots dance.”
-ChrisIs…
Don’t judge me, dont even judge me…..
