Tuesday, February 25, 2003 :::
one mo gin (d' angelo)
Okay. Say you’re a chicken. And you want to cross the road. But there’s hella traffic. Hum… okay. Let’s say that what’s across the road is something you think you want, but aren’t really sure. It’s been in the back of your head for a while now, but you just don’t feel like getting run over by some jerk in his Mini Cooper. If you get across the road and find out that what was there was the same thing on the side you were just at is it really worth the journey? Okay. Now… let’s say that the longer you wait to cross the road the more lanes of traffic are gonna be built. Damn government! So you wait… you think about it… wait some more… more lanes are added. You wait so long that it’s now three years later, and it’s no longer crossing a road. Now it’s more like crossing a super highway where instead of the tiny Mini Coopers you’re up against H2s (they’re everywhere).
Now. Let’s say that what you thought you MIGHT have wanted across the road is now a burning passion that consumes your entire day. You wake up and you look outside your window. Tippy toe just so you can see over the H2s. across the road is something you know you want. Get out of bed. Lay and egg (you’re a chicken). You stand on the side of the highway waiting patently to find any kind of opening… just one chance to go for what you need. Go for what it is you want. Anyway………. It’s just a big car. You’re a little chicken. You could totally pass right under them.
Why did the chicken cross the road?
Because he wasn’t a chicken shit!
::: posted by boots at 8:59 AM
