Cleaned and Pressed

There is this City dude, (or perhaps dudette), so current, with-it, and hip that he would weekly have his tastes cleaned and pressed.

Insofar as such might be possible, if not appropriate, I guess a Real Revolutionist COULD righteously overdo it.

Once past the age of thirty, one should NOT have dumbness as one’s imaginary playmate.

It’s not quite so simple as just telling Life to “go away.”

Over in the damper part of the eastern City sector, I recently overheard the following by-play between two philosophically attired gentlemen.  Said the first, “If you didn’t have anything to complain about you wouldn’t complain.”  To which the second replied, “Yeah, but if you DIDN’T complain you wouldn’t have anything to complain about.”  I don’t know about you, but that about wraps it up for me.

J.