Tuesday, May 31, 2005 Who's that on the money? He is talking to me!
Tonight I was counting out my drawer at the beauty parlor, and I was bank-facing like crazy, because I get confused and helpless if the bills are facing different directions. Someone had written "don't abort" on the back of a ten.
I scratched out "abort" and couldn't think of what else to add. I thought of leaving it as "don't." It's a generally admonition, currency user. Mend your fucking ways, and whatever you're thinking, it's wrong.
I changed to "don't preach" after a second, and put it back in the stack, and--this is the miracle of every workday--eventually, I went home.
I think the idea was that I or another young lady of easy virtue would be counting up her month's abortion cash, and then all of a sudden, there would be this message, right there on the money, just like it was a sign from God.
You have to be the kind of jackass who gets really slippery and flushed with the idea of fucking with people's heads to do something like that. It's like being an angry teen and going to the mall, "To freak out the normals!" (Ask me how I know.) The arrogance, the simple-minded glee. I could do a backflip.
Do you write your secret messages to the godless sluts of the world on just a few pieces of currency as your whimsy takes you, my anonymous crusader, or are you vigilant, scribbling away every time you get a chance for a new transaction? What if you forget a bill, and in that way, allow the death of a zygote? What will you do then? How will you sleep? I bet you weren't even thinking. I bet you were just having a good time. Tell that to the devil in hell.
Are you etching it on your coins, too, secret mind-fuck penpal? Why not?
Don't you care? posted by Frenz | 5/31/2005 10:50:00 PM
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