Christmas night, and the man cannot be concerned about airline cancellations in Paris or terrorist plots underway in the United States of America. Someone asks, Isn’t there a Clash song with run rabbit run in it?
The al Qaeda network has long considered Las Vegas to be one of its top targets for a strike because it sees the city as a citadel of Western licentiousness.
Bankrobber, someone says.
Do you know any sites for Jets to Brazil tab? They are out there, if you keep looking.
Music is everywhere for the holidays, and someone else asks if the Outkast song will be enough to save the planet. More than one white person suggests it may be.
The rain and cold occlude us, but we are still out there. Whatever the story, it is a holiday in the United States, and if you’re on the job you’re getting at least time and a half. Even the security guards driving golf carts around barren malls. Forget about next year, wait until tomorrow.
A vacuum cleaner for your thoughts.
Dress nicely, and listen to a good tune. Or, feel good about the way you are dressed, and listen to a good record.
Look out for one another. Don’t try to scare anyone. The world would be a better place if you gave a little of your wonderful self. This is what they tell, but can it be true?
And will we ever know?
Merry Christmas – happy holidays – to you and yours, you think. Sleep until the skies clear.
Start again, doing what you do best.