“I met somebody on the street who couldn’t help but cry”

Sitting in the Starbucks and overhearing the conversation between a fireman, a cop and a lawyer. (Sounds a bit like a joke eh’) The three guys are all commiserating with each other about their recent divorces. Talking about how much “she took me for.” Pretty amazing to eavesdrop on this actually. It’s even more amazing that anyone gets married or even has a relationship anymore. What the hell for? So guy’s like these three can be miserable!

Meanwhile I sit next to two aging trophy wives who just can’t fucking stop talking about recipes from the “Samba Room” and going to dinner at “Marks Las Olas.” Who are the men married to these broads. Bamboo shoots under the fingernails has to be better than listening to these pretentious women spouting their endless bullshit 24 hours a day. The solution: Just give them money and maybe they’ll go away. “It’s time for you to leave now.”