Tuesday, April 10, 2007

The moment at which pastiche appears


There’s something about an Ice Blue Aqua Velva man. I missed the ‘50s, until the ‘70s rolled around. Wow, what a difference a decade makes. Right on red? More like left entirely to my own devices. Cowboy hats & assless chaps: oh my. This is me chasing my American Dream. This is me chasing a dollar bill straight into the gutter. Sometimes it seems the only answer is no. Other times I give myself up utterly to this weekend-warrior crap. If I sound naive, then sue me--they said that in the ‘80s.