104 and Raining18thDecember
Posted by Esther Einhorn on Dec 18, 2008 in
Motherf*cker, I'm Esther Einhorn! Can I say motherf*cker on the Internet? I'm going to use those asterisks just in case. That should take care of that. Today I'm going to tell you a little more about my life. Not that you care, but f*ck it, it's my blog.
I live in a big house on the side of a hill overlooking the dirty, overcrowded city. Living up here gives me a huge sense of superiority which I'm sure comes across as arrogance and ego to most people. But I'm honest with myself, and I just know I am better than you.
Everything up here is just better than down there where you live. The roar of cars and constant ambulance sirens (What are you people doing down there? Getting yourselves killed?) fades into a distant ambient noise up here. There are constant helicopters on the open road of the sky, and it's fun to watch the police helicopters with thier laser beams of light shining down on the freeways. I should look into buying a helicopter. Sometimes I look at the helicopters and imagine how the President feels when he flies above everyone else and looks down upon the land he rules. What a feeling that must be. By now does anyone really think George Bush has any grip on the reality that most Americans live in?
I didn't work a day in my life to get where I am. Sometimes that makes me feel guitly and fraudulent. Sometimes it makes me feel like I don't have a care in the world. It's raining out. Should I still go sit in the jacuzzi? These are the things I worry about.
I really should drive to the market and pick up some milk and tomatoes for dinner, but sometimes I detest going down the hill. The further down I drive, the more I sink into the stench and noise of the city, and it's not a pleasant feeling. People seem agressive and foreign. They almost seem like a different species. I see different things in their eyes than I see in mine. I recognize that their lives are probably harder than mine, but no wonder! They are stuck in the rat tunnels with too many other people all with thier senses constantly overloaded and without the time or silence to stop for a second and recognize all the opportunities they are missing. They drive by these big houses on the hill, and they think that one day they can buy one. But they're mostly delusional.
And the rain! It never rains here but maybe twice a year for a few days each. If you thought the drivers were bad in the sunshine, wait until you see them in a light drizzle. F*ck it! I'm not going to the store. I am going to finish up this blog and go sit in the jacuz.
I hope you all make it up here, I really do.
Ok, so I may have lied. This really isn't my house. I just broke in to do my laundry and take a dip in the tub. I'm no better than the rest of you scurrying rats. Since breaking and entering is already a felony, I'm going to take this vintage bottle of Dom Perignon while I'm here.
Salud!
e.e.
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