Mad world.

Feb 25, 2011 | | 1 comments |

These lyrics are very poignant right now :(

All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for the daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I wanna drown my sorrow
No tomorrow, no tomorrow

And I find it kind of funny, I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take
When people run in circles its a very, very
Mad world, mad world.

The dregs of the city

Feb 22, 2011 | | 0 comments |

I went bowling on sunday for the first time in ages and what an experience. Our little group was in it for fun, and the guys in the lane next to us were using the oddest bowling techniques and getting strike after strike. They were there for a laugh too. But come 4pm when the league bowlers appeared - well - the aisles of WalMart must have been empty. The bottom of the barrel turned up. Rednecks and yahoos and all manner of NASCAR fans. It was a who's who of white trash stereotypes. From the 500lb behemoth in a luminous green one-piece who could barely walk and had an oxygen tank, to the tattooed skinhead with a vest-top with gigantic arm holes, to the mullet brigade and their accompanying wives with buck teeth, wearing baggy t-shirts and daisy-duke shorts that hadn't seen a washing machine in 5 years.
It was fascinating to see - I had no idea this many weirdos live in such a small area.