I pondered where to place this “thread” for at least four minutes, twenty seconds…
Mentioning a movie might have made it Cafe Society, but I also mentioned the meaning of life, so I thought Great Debates might be an option. But NO! I’ve started at least two really stupid threads there that got zero replies…
I put “thread” in “quotes” because I saw a “sign” written on “paper” in “magic marker”, outside a Mississippi “liquor store” tonight, that said:
But we’ve been over that too…
I think the purpose of this thead is to say, “It’s only 1:34 but I’m drunk and my wife is asleep, yet I wish to rant on nothing and open myself up to criticism.”
So we watched “Easy Rider” again tonight. Approximately 797 times for me, twice for her.
I taught her how “God damn, god damn, the preacher man” led to the “GOD DAMN GOD DAMN” bathroom coke quote in Pulp Fiction.
And how Easy Rider is probably the saddest fucking movie ever.
And how even though I disdain most modern-day drum-bangin’ wing-nut stinky-assed what’s-a-shower dreadlocked hippies, I can still respect the characters that Peter Fonda and Dennis Hopper played in that movie.
And how, “Yes, that’s the same Dennis Hopper from True Romance, who made the speech about Sicilians and the moors.” (wrong, I know… I’ve read the threads)
But the point was, and here I open myself up for criticism:
The meaning of life is…: Life is short. Try to see beauty and try to be beauty.
My wife and I, and our three cats have almost become a hippy commune, at least in my intoxicated mind, and it’s scary.