10 year-old, Konnie, nonchalantly asks me this as we ride in the serial killer van to Tacoma. "No" I say, "What are those crazy teens doing these days?" Quickly, Konnie retorts, "they are sticking beer bottles up their butts to get high." I laugh hysterically and we drive on. I probably shouldn't have laughed so hard, but I am probably not very good at my job. "I'm thinking of something. It's not a solid, liquid, or a gas." Kevyn tries to get us to guess what he is thinking of, but we are all thrown off by the, "it's not a solid, liquid, or gas." It turns out, he is thinking of his butt and we all laugh hysterically. Maybe we are all really good at our jobs.
This goes on all night long. Someone says "butt or Hooters" and I can't help, but giggle. Why are so many of us caught up in business suit obsession and appropriate nonsense? Why are so many of us so afraid to take the risk and shout "BIG BUTTS" out the window in the big, bad city? I am certainly guilty of fear. I'm afraid of everything and I can blame it on the endless Catholic School lectures on reverence, if I want. I often do, but in the end I know it comes down to my own inner consciousness. The world is not going to come to us, kiss our feet, and take it all away. I am aware of this, but it doesn't stop me from sitting on my bed and waiting for that knock on my door. I'm going to try to leave it a little ajar, maybe even open it for a couple of minutes each day, and one more thing...BIG BUTTS and HOOTERS!! FUCK YEAH!
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