Skid Row America (or The Immigrant Dream Not)

The last year has shown me an America that I never wanted to believe existed.

A cheaper version of its former Baywatch self with much lower standards.

The challenge facing my immediate future is a truly existential one.

I am thirty-five, over-married and unemployed.

My experience of a decade is worth nothing in this market, as is apparent from the feedback I get regarding potential concerns on cultural incompatibility from prospective employers.

The worst part is that the minimum wage, too, is below subsistence level in America.

Put simply, I spend a large part of my waking life feeling fucked.

It’s not that I’m getting fucked, and the feeling is not post-orgasmic.

The actual experience is more like walking around with a phallic object shoved up my anus.

When it gets too uncomfortable, I go drinking. Which gives me a hangover.

And then I wake up with a headache, still feeling fucked.

The only thing to look forward to is releasing the butt plug on the throne.

My current level of experience with toilet paper allows me to get by leaving no paper trails.

Cannot say the same about the skid marks, though.

Why I write

Once upon a time, there was life on earth, and this event was followed, among other things, by the advent of the human species and its subsequent impact on the world.
I was recently born into the aforementioned species and blessed with the ability to think freely. Luckily enough, the external conditions of my life have always been favourable to free speech. With my love for learning and conversation, I have always derived the most satisfaction from intelligent thought and exchange of ideas. Sometimes these ideas are light hearted, at others they are more productive and stimulate further creativity, and at yet other times, they are absolutely radical and possibly frivolous in the face of established patterns.
With so much valuable energy being invested into this intangible enterprise of the mind, I believe I owe it to myself and humanity to record these ideas for posterity. While I’m not an expert on biological evolution, I do support intellectual evolution very strongly and do not want to be a weak link in this important chain. Hence, I write.

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