Eagerly anticipated sequel to "YOU SAY I'M A BITCH LIKE IT'S A BAD THING, is a no worse title, That's queen Bitch to you!
Ok, Ok.. I actually wasn't going to review this marvel of literary writing, which my loyal fans gave me for my birthday. Love you bastards, you know who you are. I am tap, tapping away at the keyboard since I had an inclination again to write a new post! Marvelous isn't it?
So, to catch my loyal fans up... since the ghastly days of August, 2008 when I naively thought... Recession is for pussies! I chugged along spending my last pile of cash on a needless but pretty pile of clothes and shoes. A fortune earned making operations staff at a large trust bank in Boston (who shall remain nameless to protect the innocent assholes that work there).
Then October came, Halloween: pumpkins, ghouls and all. Boy and girls, it was a scary time. Coz the world was coming to an end! Yeah, the world of finance as we knew hit a brick wall. And every bastard that was making hand over fist selling shit to the other happy asshole that had no idea what he was buying all of a sudden found themselves with no more shit to sell, since it all became, worthless. Markets worldwide cratered.
I can go into detail how it really happened, but I don't want you to slit your wrists. You need those wrists for doing handstands or extend-a-palm for those of you asking for money in one way shape or form, since your job went bye bye, thanks to the aforementioned assholes.
While waiting for the day of Thanks to arrive and anoint our saviour, Barack Hussain Obama, I actually was hopeful that the year will bring more than a change to highest office in the land, but also to me, your humble writer. But that would be too easy, now would it. Life is a suffering journey, and only those privy to a deep bank account, trust fund, or a job secured by the government can walk on water while the rest of us mortals sink like lead balloons.
Fast forward past New Years and a brief holiday in the sunny Caribbean, i.e. Aruba, where I quickly forgot my worries as I lay on the beach, working on my tan. Reality caught up quickly when the credit freeze in the markets, saw no signs of thaw. The chimp from Texas grimaced, grinned and waved the Nixon-like goodbye. Fuck you back! The nation waived and we all turned attention to what's next with the nebular, hope and change.
March came, and brought me closer to feeling older. At 34, I felt no older than 33. Or 30 for that matter. Celebration was subdued with a small gathering of close friends, while countless well wishers sent their messages through email and texts. The flowers were especially touching. Michael, you moved me. Thank you.
Today, your humble servant was again reminded of the meaning of life and death. I sat motionless, at a funeral home, attending a service for the father of one of my dear friends, who sadly passed of advanced Alzheimer's. As the rabbi eloquently eulogized, i was reminded that despite my present career woes, life is indeed precious and at the very least, I am capable of making a contribution to the world with the time I've been given.
So from now on, I solicit the wisdom and know-how of those near me, to put our minds together, help each other when in need, come closer together, to help bring each other above the torrent of misery, loneliness, failure, anxiety, insecurity and the like.
I'll end this post on a happy note. Though packing for my upcoming apartment move, I fired up my wok and did wonders with hot oil, in the form of frying. I made: tempura tofu (agedashi tofu), then fried onion, followed by fried baby bananas. All first time attempts, and might I say, turned out yummy. That was followed by Thai red curry, with Chinese chives and ground pork, which i mixed with the aforementioned tofu and onions. 'Nough said.
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