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Nothing Is Good Enough.

The events of culture subtly schooled him. I dare not achieve because nothing is good enough. Which really means nothing is good.
Brain damaged, lazy and contentious in his own head he trudges along to the comfort of the local bar.
Yet the imagination storms to a crescendo, ignoring common responsibilities. I can do that. But I don't want to. I am most content to sit back and bitch. Because I know nothing really matters. Because I know nothing is good enough. All the fools in their daily routine keep wasting their time running with the bullshit.

The theories of entrapment by conspiring bloggers loom on a beautiful evening. Others are at fault for what I have not and I do not. With all that is within me, I can prove it. I know. I have found the facts to prove mischievous conduct. Government, business and those I do not even know are guilty every day.
Simple efforts at making money cover only the basics while the rest of the time is spent dancing with a hidden nausea pressing to halt any success. Of course I'm pissed, but I don't let it bother me. It doesn't matter anyhow.'
Sure I'm clinically depressed. But the shrink that went to college to understand the workings of the mind is downtown up in a tower on Twelfth Street. And I don't have the money or the time go to him and explain what is wrong with everyone.
So the mentor is found at night on a barstool at O'Gradys Pub and the invitation to her gathering is accepted. The warning light is turned off because she is beautiful and she believes the same way. Obviously this is what I have been searching for without knowing, a soul mate. One who understands like I do that in order to make a difference you must have the eye for injustice, a strong heart that refuses to be led like a branded steer to a meaningless task and the energy of your convictions. I will go to her place and listen as she requested. The touch of her hand on my knee sealed her sincerity. Her beauty is virtue and I will uncover her soul to find the deepest meanings. Ah how good life is this very night. The future is bright.

The lane was further darkened by the swaying shadows of the treetops planted years ago in front of the brownstone homes. A taxi roared by and
sprayed cold slush on the calves of his freshly pressed slacks. He brushed at it and decided it wasn't too bad. It would take more than a little wet snow to dampen his enthusiasm tonight. She had told him eight o'clock and he thought to impress her, he would arrive

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