My old friend from Rough Edges was having a bad night tonight. She was pretty crazy on rum and drugs. She was shouting and hitting stuff and smashing the phone receiver on the phone box as hard as she could. Her friends were worried about her. I haven't seen her that upset before, and she often gets upset. It wasn't nice to see her like that and it wasn't nice to be around. I was sitting there listening to her shout thinking about how ugly it all was and how awful alcohol can be. But then some rich young things sitting in the cafe across the road started heckling her. And I realised that yelling and hitting the phone box with the phone receiver doesn't even approach the levels of ugliness humans are capable of. Not even close.
Rich people are obviously at a huge disadvantage because their lives are so pretty, that when they start acting ugly (which is kind of always for a lot of them) it's desperately ugly. Like tonight. I almost walked over to them to ask them to have some dignity.
I think that’s a bit true. John Coleman sings a lovely song about pondering how blessed we are to be broken. I’d rather be broken than rich…and nasty…so I suppose then too one is broken also.
jem / 12:09pm / 19 June 2008
Yep. We’re all broken. But some people are loudly and transparently broken and others try to pretend they’re not.
Ryan / 1:34pm / 19 June 2008