My sponsor is an ex-Navy guy. Buys me lunch on Christmas. I tell him, as long as I am drinking and I have money, things seem to be going well. Now, you just replace βam drinkingβ with βhave oilβ there you have the U.S. economy. When I donβt drink for a whileβ¦ I get a little depressed and anti-Semitic. I tell him, as soon as the United States stops fucking up foreign democracies and stealing their oil, Iβll stop drinking. Unfortunately, looks like neither miracle is going to happenβ¦
Sustainability is no longer about doing less harm to our environment. It's about doing more good towards our Planet Earth, Humanity, and future generations (Andres Vicente Durandeau Lalanne, Founder of the Ubuntu Group Ltd.)
Their conversation ceased abruptly with the entry of an oddly-shaped man whose body resembled a certain vegetable. He was a thickset fellow with calloused and jaundiced skin and a patch of brown hair, a frizzy upheaval. We will call him Bell Pepper. Bell Pepper sidled up beside The Drippy Man and looked at the grilled cheese in his hand. The Drippy Man, a bit uncomfortable at the heaviness of the gaze, politely apologized and asked Bell Pepper if he would like one. βWhy is one of your legs fatter than the other?β asked Bell Pepper. The Drippy Man realized Bell Pepper was not looking at his sandwich but towards the inconsistency of his leg sizes. βYou always get your kicks pointing out defects?β retorted The Drippy Man. βJust curious. Never seen anything like it before.β βI was raised not to feel shame and hide my legs in baggy pants.β βSo you flaunt your deformity by wearing short shorts?β βLike you flaunt your pockmarks by not wearing a mask?β Bell Pepper backed away, kicking wide the screen door, making an exit to a porch over hanging a dune of sand that curved into a jagged upward jab of rock. βHe is quite sensitive,β commented The Dry Advisor. βWho is he?β βA fellow who once manipulated the money in your wallet but now curses the fellow who does.