the vietnamese place gave me a free shot of chartreuse, i held my favorite bartender while they fell apart, i made out with the girl i like and told like 10 transsexuals i loved them. there is no better place to be tonight than among dolls and twinks and tattooed straight guys and homeless people and service industry veterans and friends.
to the vast majority of the world--to palestine, to lebanon, to iran, to latin america and zimbabwe and vietnam, to billions of people around the world--it's just tuesday. the people in charge of your life and who operate the machinery of empire have failed you, like they have every day since before you were born. you'll get through it by relying on yourself and on each other, by building support networks and giving a fuck about other people. same as any other tuesday.