thehefner | "Where we going?" "Iraq." "Where's that?"

Y'know, I was watching THE DAILY SHOW tonight (yes, it's pretty much my source for the news) and they were remarking upon how the Army is offering citizenship to immigrants if they join. I think that's the basic gist, yes? Mom was rather struck by this news, remarking how this seems eerily like GANGS OF NEW YORK. The Irish come off the boats and the recruiters are right there to sign 'em up. Even for those who didn't like the movie, that particular scene was one of the most powerful in the film. And now here we are, about 150 years later, doing pretty much the same thing in the same bloody situation. Boy oh boy, the more things change, eh?

But then, that's just how it seems to me. I don't know jack about shit on most things, and really, I'm also stoned out of my mind on oxycontin right now. Between the drugs and the swollen discolored stitched-up lip, working at the comic shop tomorrow should prove an interesting experience indeed.

Rehearsal tonight stank, and now the director is leaning toward rehearsal on Saturday. We need it, we only have five left. But still, whoooooo boy. Stitches, don't fail me now...