electric relaxation

So Paul Newman died last week. For some reason, as I was reading an obituary I was struck by this strange thought that it’s a particularly weird, or at least, annoying, time to die right now. I think we’re living through one of the most truly interesting six months of the past 20 years or so, what with Obama and the collapse of Capitalism. Seems like some shit might change, which is to say that the world might rearrange itself in some noticeable and perceptible way, and I think it might actually be… refreshing.

At least, if Obama wins. If not, then fuck y’all and I’m out for mine – I officially renounce any lingering positive sentiment toward my fellow man, like for real this time.

My friend Tony P. pointed out that if you were on your deathbed it’s highly likely that you simply wouldn’t give a shit about any of this stuff. I dunno; I think I’d actually be fairly annoyed at the thought of disappearing into oblivion without knowing whether God really does gives a shit about black people.