Blogagaard Blames liquor Store Guy For Night of Drunken Soprano Watching

I had a tough day yesterday. I was in a pissy mood at work (the guy living above me woke me up too early with his loud music, a guy I now refer to as the Judy Garland Sound Machine for his choice in what music he plays really, really loud) and Friday afternoon seemed to stretch on and on. When I finally finished my shift, I stopped at the liquor store near my crib for some whiskey. I'm dazed, and tired, and at the register the clerk, whose been watching this small TV for every minute he's worked, smiles and starts talking about some hostage in Iraq who They keep threatening to kill, and the clerk says why don't they stop threatening and just kill her already. He says this like I should agree, and even laugh about it, but I don't want anyone to be killed, I just want to get drunk and watch The Sopranos, and suddenly I'm outraged at this idiot who is probably not related to the hostage. Outraged isn't even the right word. I'm sad, and tired, and wondering what the fuck is wrong with America that's it's come down to "kill her already". Then he goes on to call the hostage an idiot because she works as a reporter for The Christian Science Monitor, and didn't she know they'd kill a Christian first?

So in one discussion I'm reminded of several things 1)people are idiots 2) men are assholes, and women are, in comparison to us, sweet angels we often take for granted 3) people are still killing each other over religion, which is why I walked away from the whole thing fifteen years ago 4) whiskey is pretty cheap 5) something in my heart is broken, but I don't know exactly what, or even where to get a replacement part.

But it's okay, I guess. That hostage will get to go to Heaven, that clerk will keep watching his TV, and I'm slowly learning to play guitar.