Why To Bother

Tonight I emerged from a big red box, got right up in the mugs of Wayne Kramer and Jello Biafra and sang (polka-laced renditions of) "Kick Out the Jams" and "Too Drunk to Fuck" right to them, at them, and in the case of Biafra, like them, while dressed in makeshift lederhosen and affecting a bad German accent. Later I shook both their hands (say what you will, but respect is due) and then went home. Life can be a fairly sweet fruit if you choose to recognize it as such.