I think the biggest lesson I’ll take away from Roger Ebert’s death is that those of us who are on the side of the angels have to step up our game - Mr. Ebert is gone, and his passing leaves a huge hole in the realm of public discussion. It’s time for us to tell the stories and create conversation and magic - if we don’t do it, these things aren’t going to get done anymore.
Ron is leaving on Thursday so you can look forward to my heckling geography. These are tears of a clown, oui.
CALLEJÓN DE JESUS TE AMPARE - XALAPA VERACRUZ
The answer to “can I take this box of your stuff to the dump?” will always always be “NO, motherfucker, you may not.”
He says - I’m paraphrasing - that after you get your GED there’s always some smartass who says HEY! NOW YOU CAN GO TO COLLEGE.
And I’m like, SLOW DOWN. Because I think it’s pretty obvious HIGH SCHOOL KICKED MY ASS.
That’s what it’s like as I climb out of this mental health sinkhole. I have a few good days in a row, manage to eat, sleep, not choke on my tears, blah blah blah, and some smartass says, GREAT! NOW YOU CAN DO ALL OF THE OTHER THINGS! TODAY!
Like, call this doctor, get on that waiting list, file your taxes, fill out these forms, email this person about that thing, don’t forget we have family therapy at noon and OH! CAN I TAKE THIS BOX OF DVDs TO THE DUMP?
No. SLOW DOWN. Because I think it’s pretty obvious I am doing this as fast as I can.
|Her:||OK. Is there anything else you haven't told me?|
|Me:||Yes. I've started smoking weed again. I've decided it's better for me than pharmaceuticals.|
|Her:||That depends. Who do you get it from?|
|Me:||A friend of a friend.|
|Her:||Is it good?|
|Her:||Then I'm all for it.|
Don’t worry, I’ll have a word with him.