when i become a night

for years i have hated being called 'sir'. mostly because i've felt that it exhibits a false sense of respect, and a certain hierarchy that i tend to reject. this has become increasingly worse as i past 30, then the grey hairs from 32nd birthday, have not helped.....

as i drive out of the thru lane, i'm screaming to myself that 'sir' has nothing to do with a frog umbrella. i am at a loss hear.....why am i shouting at myself. why does this bother me? mostly because i know that the cheese does not stand alone. that personal freedom takes a collective. that the shape i throw is not mounted on horseback crusading on the seven o'clock news. besides, i don't even own a panama hat.

afternoon drive: sonic rapture.

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