Fast Day 11 August 24, 2007

Until there is a peace http://peace-weaving.blogspot.com/ for day 11 Going Extinct It means not having to get up in the morning and go to work; you may wear a sweat suit all day (and not even sweat) and people treat you a lot nicer than they ever did when you were quick and in their face and competing for limited resources People offer you a seat on the subway or on the bus. Everyone says “Yes, sir.” and “No, thank you, Ma’am.” and “Fine day, sir.” and they don’t give you dirty looks when you mistakenly think them manure or even worse a carnivore’s meal, yum! People sit around in bars and say what a great guy you were. while you willow-whisp like Patrick Swayze looking for your Whoopi and she not there… and you go and cry in yer beer so amber colored and see your phone number in the john later! Nobody returns your phone calls anymore. No one cares. Ever the passenger pigeons of your desire go unanswered. The Yangtze dolphin and the Dodo sit and drool ignored in the corridor all day and you gaze forever at Hasim’s Curry Palace across Lawrence Street.