George Orwell got it slightly wrong. Big Brother is not a totalitarian political dictator, he's the tech nerd trying to "make your life better." We know Facebook and Google make their money selling data about us. There's billions in knowing who you are, who you know, what you do and where you go.
You know what is missing from the Bible? Apologies. According to the google the only thing the fictional god of the bible ever apologized for: creating man.
As a parent, there are a few moments when you don't know whether to be pissed or to be proud. Listen to this bullshit, and tell me which I should have been.
Being a fat biker (pedaling not Harley) with no pigment leaves me little choice. I have to ride at night or risk Satan's kisses (sunburn all over). I'm a night person anyway. I put on two motorcycle power headlights, a flashing red tail light and head out once the sun turned off.
No one wants to pay taxes, not businesses, not people... but I say we start with those buildings with a steeple. That's right, tax the god damn churches.
I only have one "sex" story that I used to share in public. I was 16 years old and working at the ghetto grocery store that was a few blocks from my parents' house. One winter night around 9 p.m. I was rounding up the last of the shopping carts in the parking lot. This tiny little rusted out piece-of-shit sedan was a rockin'.
I have never trusted birds -- useless fucking things that just mock us with their ability to swoop down on our heads. But years ago something happened that changed my mind.
It started with Body Shaming by Kate, then her husband Andy and her friend What's Her Name shamed my face. What could be fucking be left to make fun of? My skin.
I have a lot of political opinions, but I don't do much about them. I vote. But I don't protest, I don't donate to political causes very often, I don't volunteer. I'm suspicious of all groups. I'm not "a joiner", and I really kinda hate people. But I finally found a political movement I can get behind: Free the Nipple.
We all have our little addictions. Some good, some not so good. For the past decade, I've been hooked on the crack.