A Toast

Here's to coffee that tastes kind of like turkey but not enough to warrant a complaint to whoever made it. Here's to single mothers with joint custody and 50 hour work weeks still making payments on the credit cards they abused in college. Here's to the rise above racism and bigotry even though recently it seems like they're en vogue, like it's fashionable to hate for the sake of hating.

Here's to joining the fucking Marines out of sheer boredom of a world of cubicles, fluorescent lighting and conference calls.

Here's to never quite getting the revenge you wanted and to having to die defeated. Here's to living the next life with infinitely more purpose and clarity because of prior adversities.

Here's to the hope that somewhere along the line the injustices of this world will be realized for what they are - devoid of reason and chock full of pointlessness. Here's to finally realizing that no matter how powerful, rich or famous you become, you'll never ever be more than mortal and there will always be someone out there who can bring you down with one phone call.

Here's to living for 2 weeks off a handful of quarters. Here's to appreciating the roles that pain and discomfort play in our lives as indicators of anomalies and injury.



... to hearing your stomach grumble in request for anything other than another saltine cracker.

... to bashing your head against the wall until either your blood blinds you or you become unconscious, whichever comes first.

... to defying common understanding of why we're here at all so that others might see the error in their beliefs.

... to finally being at peace with the emptiness shared by all living things - the detachment from concrete knowledge of the nature of existence and our true progenitor.