It's 3AM, I'm very sad, very drunk, and very stoned.
The friend who accompanied me down tonight's road has gotten home safely, and as I type these words, the theme tune from THE PERSUADERS plays its melancholy heart out from my admittedly CLOCKWORK ORANGE-looking portable picnic player.
The music has just shifted to the theme from ROCK FOLLIES, and while that was the mother of all miniseries/rock melodramas, the song remains as a metaphor concerning the happenstance of all of us who have seen our lives sometimes turn into melodramas that hook both the protagonist and those who watch the show unfurl in all of its inevitable human frailty and stupidity.
But ya gotta keep on living, and keep on getting hurt, and while ya may learn to laugh at the kick in the nards that life gives youse, the eternal shitstorm remains.
And you WILL learn to survive. Either you do that, or you die, and I refuse to die until my body just plain gives out.
As the old saying goes, regarding karate in general — and therefore applicable to the human experience — if you're going to fight, FIGHT. Don't dance.
"Blue Xmas; that's the way it's feein' when your feeling bluuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuue..."