i count the hours, i count the days
I count the hours, and I count the days
I went up to the school and conducted a few impromptu interviews with voters who had just completed their civic duty. I was hoping to get a feel for the flow of the votes, to take the pulse of the beating heart that is the life force of American Democracy. Or something like that.
Me: Sir, is there anything you would like to say about this election?
Me: Hey, you! How did it go in there?
Lady2: They had rugelah at the bake sale! And brownies! And cookies! Oh god, where did I park?
Me: Sir, do you have any thoughts on this election?
Mullet Guy: It's all about the oooooooooiiiiiiillllllllllllllllllll.
Me: Excuse me, Ma'm! Who did you vote for?
Lady: Oh, that Ronald Reagan is such a nice fellow.
So basically, the pulse of America has stopped beating. It's just laughing now. A cackling, croaky laugh.
drink count: 1 shot tequila, 2 margaritas