You're the modern Thoreau"Sorry, ma." You mumble, but when you get to your bedroom door, you slam it extra hard so she knows how unhappy you feel about your punishment. You don't need soda. You don't need sister. You don't need mom (just her money and cooking and car riding and laundry help). You don't need WoW either. You sign on and tell all your friends you aren't coming. After you have rejected the world, you lie out on your bed and play your Nintendo DS. You've read enough of Walden to know how smart you are.
Are you concerned that you may be a character trapped in a Tom Waits song? Be smart and learn the warning signs before it's too late. Also, it's too late. It has always been too late.
I'm haunted by a recurring vision of a skeleton flipping me off. To avoid seeing this terrifying image in bumper sticker form, I pay someone with a blank bumper to drive in front of me at all times.
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