As I was eating my breakfast (it will not be my liquor consumption that kills me), drinking my second cup of coffee (one cup is never enough), reading the newspaper (all politicians, cops and everyone else associated, however tenuously, with the fucking government is a fucking crook) and watching Ma shake her moneymaker (the bigger it gets the better I like it) out of the corner of my eye as she attended to her coffee shop's other customers on her busiest day (Friday), I got to thinking. Sonja says, "Don't think, just do." She is right, of course, but if our brains are roughly 75% beer, you cannot help but think now and again when you do not have a beer in one hand and a remote control in the other.
This is what I was thinking - How the fuck do I keep on waking up and going to work day after day, hangover after hangover, week after week, month after month, year after motherfucking year? It does not make any sense. Firstly, you want to keep sleeping when the fucking alarm goes off; secondly, you have better shit to do than show up at the sawmill and pretend you give a shit about how much money your company is losing; thirdly, your head fucking hurts; fourthly, you put your life in danger driving on the highway to work with every other demented motherfucker in town, none of whom give a shit about anything but getting home later that day and having a few drinks (and about a quarter of them have already had a drink before they start their car in the morning); fifthly, after a few decades of work all you have to show for it is a broken down house, a broken down car and a body and mind so broken down if you could trade it in, like you can do with a broken down car, the only time a dealer would give you a dime for it would be at a push, pull, or drag sale.
Metaphysicians, the motherfuckers who try to answer questions as yet satisfactorily answered in mankind's brief history, ought to spend more time figuring out why we keep on working instead of whether or not there is a God, and if there is, why are all his believers starting to make Charles Manson look lucid.