The Importance of Me

I don't know if any one has told you, but I'm a pretty big deal. Everything that I do is very important, more so than those around me for certain. I like it that way. You know why? Because I can tell myself when I'm making coffee and shoveling the front steps that I made it. I'm kinda like a superhero.

I usually spend quality time with people that share my same area of expertise. They are also very important people because they do similar things to me. And, if I haven't told you yet, I'm important.

That guy over there? lazy. See that chick walking down the street? tries to dress up to make amends for being less than perfect. Those four in the corner? they keep to themselves cause they know what kind of low class they represent. That wierdo? criminal.

Me? If I didn't show up, it would all crumble down around everyone. Good thing I'm here. If you don't recognize that, my cronies and I will complain about you so much that for sure you will always mean nothing, especially to me. Don't worry.



Last Saturday evening, I had a great diverse experience with an extremely varied group or groups of people.

First, I hung out with some very driven, very intelligent folks who also happen to be some of my very best friends. They left early to head on home.

I went to club posh with two acquaintances that I promptly lost in the hustle and bustle. Rather than get bummed and start mentally accosting the clientele at armani du dad, I tried to take the place over. David Guetta, JayZ, Gaga, Chris Brown, Tinchy Stryder, Rihanna, Black Eyed Peas. No one knew what hit em! Eh, everyone probably just wondered what was wrong with me. Alone, dancing? Scored a 6 out of 10.

Met up with boxer bros at the late night food cart, bought them a hot dog.

Ended up at a hookah bar with boxer bros. Um, how did these three white guys end up in an all Arabic speaking after hours spot? Got a few drags from a guy whose religion probably strictly forbids the consumption of alcohol. As I looked around the room, I couldn't help but wonder how much discrimination this group of people have endured the last 8 years. My guilt pulled me away.

Out the door and somehow met up with Hobo Walter, train jumper. Walked with him for 30 minutes along the streets of Denver asking about his life, and pondering what it would be like to sleep in the streets, hop a train and just leave with the clothes on my back. Is that true liberty? Yo Chris McCandless and H.D. Thoreau!

From posh to poor, from trash to "terrorist" - quite a spectrum, it's all here folks and I don't mean a thing to any of them! TAXI!

Looking for good people.
Qualifications: Empathy needed.