They had the presidential debate on the multitude of TV's we have at work. I seem to be falling ill, as the statements issuing from Obama and McCain came across as just a series of muddled monotones; their only differentiating features a change of pitch and reverb.
"Wah, wahwahwah, wah wah wah," says Obama.
"Waah. Wahwahwahwahwah, wah wah," replies McCain.
I scratch my head, which at this point feels like a fishbowl replete with carp.
"So, what do you think Geoff? Do I detect a rant coming on?" says one of my co-workers, winking slyly.
"I think... I think it's time for me to be going home," I reply, deflecting the notion. I could rant. I could fucking spit, but really. This isn't the time for my diatribes. I'd rather just say "Hey, I did my part. Whatever else happens, fuck it and see."
And then I will look on perplexed, as people begin manically fucking everything in sight. So it goes.
2 comments:
Everybody should vote for me.
like charlie brown and all the older people sounding like that.
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