Imagine

I am sitting in a Starbucks in Issaquah, WA at 6am.

It is Thanksgiving weekend and I don't know where a local coffee shop is. Why else would I sell out and go to the evil behind the wimpification of coffee drinkers?

My daughter, Sarah is with me, texting blissfully away to some dude who is working at a store in our local mall.I am here with a person I think the world of and we are both bouncing our fingers over our own cell phones.

It is Black Friday, the busiest shopping day of the year. They say there is a recession on but you can't tell it here in the Seattle zone. People are milling about everywhere ready to spend their money for a holiday which has become over commercialized.

I hate the Seattle yuppie. They all look the same. Spoiled, arrogant and filled with the self-importance this region has experienced after years of Microsoft, Boeing and Starbucks success.

If I see another idiot walking around with a Bluetooth earpiece in, I am going to snap by punching them in the throat.

I have been reading an article about the horrible terrorist attacks in Mumbai, India. John Lennon's Imagine came on in the store while reading it.

Louis Armstrong's What a Wonderful World came on while typing this blog entry.

What a weird fucking world.