Winter is a Sly Sonuvabitch
I am a firm believer that cities where you can get killed by random acts of violence are healthy for the general population. It humbles you. It reminds you that life is bigger than your job, your money, your social life, and the clothes on your back.
I am also a firm believer that Mother Nature is just as humbling to one's ego. My car, my house, my world - she can take it if she wants. It helps to know this, because it keeps shit real.
So when you wake up to find that the car you pulled out of the garage on a 59 degree day for Spring got shit on by the weather, and its been covered in snow for 4 days, you must admit defeat.
Winter: "Knock, knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Winter: "It's me, Spring!"
Me: "Come on in! Glad to see you!"
Winter: "Dumbass. You fall for that every time."
Me: "Fuck it. Make yourself at home."
I am also a firm believer that Mother Nature is just as humbling to one's ego. My car, my house, my world - she can take it if she wants. It helps to know this, because it keeps shit real.
So when you wake up to find that the car you pulled out of the garage on a 59 degree day for Spring got shit on by the weather, and its been covered in snow for 4 days, you must admit defeat.
Winter: "Knock, knock."
Me: "Who's there?"
Winter: "It's me, Spring!"
Me: "Come on in! Glad to see you!"
Winter: "Dumbass. You fall for that every time."
Me: "Fuck it. Make yourself at home."