Not dead yet, motherfuckers
I’ve known a few hardcore, bounce-back bad asses in my lifetime. These people have the type of persona that can’t quit and seem more afraid to not be severely challenged than to be defeated. The superhumans will keep pushing and pushing and pushing with absolutely nothing.
I’ve tried to be one of these people, but you know it sucks. There is no dramatic music playing in the background and there is no relief in sight. Your face does not look better with age, and the plot can be brutal in its boring tedium. These stories don’t end in triumph at the end of two hours.
Two days ago, my truck was stolen which means an important piece of my family’s revenue was stripped. No, I didn’t have theft insurance because I couldn’t figure why somebody would want a beat up 1994 F250. I thought the rust in the panels was my anti-theft device (that, and the driver door is a real pain in the ass to close), but after several phone calls to police it is indeed — stolen.
So, tomorrow it’s back to the hustle to replace it. New York City has taught me an awful lot about the Hustling Arts because I think it may be the world’s capital. Good God, this place kicks my ass, but thank God I’ve still got the will to kick back.
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Sorry to hear it brotherman. That truly sucks ass. Can’t offer wisdom or support or dr. phil happy talk. Just sorry, and good luck.
NYC is the jungle. I love it and hate it at the same time.
Geeze, I’m sorry about the truck. That sucks. Like Michael says, there’s not much to offer in wisdom or support…but we’re holding you nonetheless.
There is something about the personal violation of a theft or house break-in that is hard to describe, but the victim feels it for sure. What really hacks me off when stuff gets stolen is that it’s fenced for a few bucks but the guy who lost it has to pay real money to replace it.
Theft is absolutely rampant here in the People’s Republic of Berzerkeley. It gets tiresome, to be sure….
Well, if it didn’t get stolen, it would have probably burst into flames anyway (It is a Ford, after all:search top 10 recalls of all time.)
At least you weren’t sleeping in it when it happened.
Auntie,
Leave it to you to always see the bright side of things. For sleeping purposes, I prefer Chevy anyway.
Property rights vs. theft vs. natural vs. civil vs. economic value of people…..
What natural individual liberty did humans trade off in order to be “secure in their property”?
Just askin’….as many tribes and groups used to think it was rude to own something and not share it if someone else needed it.
We live in a society based on property rights, and we become very comfortable with the feelings of ownership and complacent about our security in that ownership: taking for granted that a resource is “ours” and not someone else’s to take from us(Complicated by our Stuff Sets that need additional resources to maintain them.) Nature grants us the individual right to try to live. That’s it. All of these other ‘rights’ are really statutory and provided to us in exchange for our acceptance of civilization. Step over to the dark side of anarchism and you look at these luxurious ‘rights’ in a different light: How do you acquire and keep ownership without laws and government or even the culture of ownership? Lewis and Clark found out that some tribes felt anything they could take was fair game for taking. Theft just isn’t the same when you don’t have anyplace to hide the things you take. If you take something you shouldn’t have, the person who is missing it will find it and get it back, either personally or by escalation to group conflict.
As we approach the Wall of Peak Oil, I think we will see that only the things we can carry will be “ours” to take through the tunnel into the future.
In the meantime, however, we try to hold onto whatever stability (and rights that come from stability)that we can.
I buy old pounders for a few reasons: cheaper insurance, no car payments, don’t have to worry about dents and dings, and nobody would want to steal them. I guess I should cross the last one off the list.
Sorry to hear about your truck. It’s so true, there’s no music, there’s no arc of a story line. We may have to just make something up here…sounds like this could be the end of Act 1.
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