"Why do you keep asking me about this? The world is full of assholes, idiots and fuckwads. I don't know why they do what they do."
The last words I remember of the dream I was having when the alarm went off at 6:38 in the a.m. I was sound asleep and then I was not. For a minute that old feeling of dread at waking surfaces but I tell myself it's ok, and it is. And the feeling is gone and I take note of this because it's rather novel.
Rahsaan Roland Kirk's "Volunteer Slavery" is looping in the back of my head as I get up and start the day. "Ladies you wanna know what it is to be free? You wanna know what it is to be free? You gotta spend all day in bed with me." Then the tune slides into the soaring horn part from "Hey Jude" that Kirk borrows to great effect.
Volunteer slavery. For assholes, idiots and fuckwads.
It's ok.
