Notes from the Post-it Wall — Week of February 11, 2018
• Sunday, Feb. 11 was my mom’s birthday. Mom birthed me; she raised me, fed me, taught me to dance, how to ask out girls, how to dress. But she sold my Transformers toys without my consent, so she will not end up in a well-respected retirement home.
• I grew up in the ’80s and ’90s. The clothing style then was tightrolled jeans, Hypercolor, flannel shirts and Cross Colours. By the time my kid is in school, the fashion styles will be camouflage and Kevlar. Fashion of the future will be of necessity rather than stylish statement.
• A vast majority, if not all, Republicans are pro-life. But really, they’re not. They’re pro-birth. Once the kid is born, they don’t give one goddamn fuck what happens to it.
• Every time I meet with a recruiter, I feel as if they’re sizing me up for how they can best exploit my talent for their financial gain. The next time I meet with one, I’m going to blast out a sonic-rattling fart then let its heat and stench consume the oxygen in the room before breaking the tension with, “I’m sorry, what were you saying?”
• This President’s Day remember: 9/11 was an inside job and that Jackie shot JFK.
• Prayer allows me to be aware of my weakness and uselessness as a man in this world.
