I look around, I listen to people around me and I'm lost.
What's wrong with you stupid assholes? You trample each other to get a TV! And you think this is OK! Kill for a half price uplift bra?
Stop! Go down to the nearest halfprice bookstore and get a copy of The Aristos. Read it. If you got the cash fly to the amazon basin and live with the head hunters for a couple of months. They see life right.
On Christmas Eve, don't pack presents. Take your kids into the living room by the tree, turn out the lights and read the Christmas Carol to them. I don't care if you're an athiest. The night isn't about the birth of some kid 2000 years ago. It's about the birth of what you can be. I don't know if there is an afterlife (although having been dead I think there is) but live as if there is. Believe in Santa Claus. We'll all be a lot better off.
