Because The Night

“One often meets his destiny on the road he takes to avoid it.”

-Master Oogway (Kung Fu Panda)

Tiger is a metallic autumn (pseudo Chinese mythology) And as the new season arrives here in the Northern hemisphere, so too does a new chapter of life. Scene break is more apropos… It’s not like I am moving to fucking Thailand. Simply starting a new job in my hometown. And it’s the chef’s kiss of cosmic comedy – bartending high energy concerts as a social avoidant. (Shrugs) I’ve done worse. Jung said the artist’s life is necessarily filled with conflict. Which is why I begged the angels to align my prime years with late stage capitalism.

This summer was the worst to date. Worldwide, and personally. I don’t feel I deserved it, but who am I to judge. Spent the first half lying facedown on the floor crippled from my last job. Prone was the only posture that didn’t make every heartbeat intolerably excruciating. The doctors had no idea, leaving me to self-diagnose – lactic acid poisoning from prolonged over-exertion and rapid muscle loss, endangering vital organs like the heart. My pee smelled like death. This is why workers unions are essential. I didn’t have one at Amazon. Then I got Covid for the 3rd time despite receiving as many doses of the vaccine. Been watching the world burn ever since. Working odd jobs throughout to stay afloat. Food delivery, pet sitting, etc. Now bartending.

My good friend got me this job, and I am grateful. It’s a classy gig. I like my co-workers and bosses. It’s one of the “good companies” my father assured me there are. I think I’ve made a good showing so far, helped out the team. Going to continue putting my best foot forward and gathering experiential material for the next montage. More on that later!

It’s quite surreal coming off a summer like the one I just described straight into a perfectly beautiful concert held on two clear days and cool crisp nights. Thousands of affluent hipsters wearing impeccably styled bohemian outfits. Stripes are in btw. Such an occasion makes it easy to forget the world is ending. That’s what the night is good for. Abandonment of cares and reason in favor of narcissistic ecstasy. Of equal value as the productive day. Bipolar beastly deities we are.

E.F.🐅🍸🕺🏽✌️