There is a bee going pink flower to pink flower in the back garden. There are other insects swarming above the bee. Looks like they might be fucking. My eyes are not quite strong enough to make out what they are doing for sure. Quick little fuckers they are.
I think what Lou Reed said on his "Take No Prisoners" record was right. "We're just here to make out...so I'll stick the head in..." We find other things to do between our make out sessions. We go to the racetrack, go to the roller derby, go insane.
Worst of all, we go to work, early in the morning. One of the guys at the gym told me, "I saw you going to work one morning. On the highway. You drive like a beast. How fast does that old car of yours go?"
"How fast do you think I was going?
"Sounds about right. Most of the time there's too many cars in the way to drive how I like. That's why I head into work real early sometimes, when you saw me probably, to remind me of the good old days before the world showed up here and got in my fucking way."
"It's crazy. Fucking accidents everywhere, road rage, smog..."
"If we were serious about getting a handle on it we would make immigrants agree to never drive in this country before we let them in and stop giving out new driving licenses."
"I don't know Beer. Sounds Communist to me."
"I guess I'm a fucking Communist then - Groucho-Marxist."