Since April, we have been beseiged by the tourists for the cherry blossoms, the Women\’s Rights march, the anti-war march, the march for breast cancer, the opening of the WWII memorial, and starting Wednesday, the tribute to Ronald Regan\’s croacked body in the rotunda of the Capitol building. All the others Will and I avoided like the plague. The chance to file past Regan\’s dead carcass, however, is not one we would be willing to miss. An open viewing of a global rat bastard who\’s been twisted and turned by Alzheimer\’s… it would only be better if it was whithered and dehydrated by cancer. I may be a sick bastard, but this guy far surpasses my sins.
I do like this city, but I\’d like it a hell of a lot more of all the tourists and day trippers would get the hell out. Some of us are actually trying to live here, and the crowd gawking down Constiution Ave sure doesn\’t make things easy to get to the 395 dump off. I could get to Congress Heights in 20 minutes if it weren\’t for all the oggling groups in their bad t-shirts making their way across traffic like lemmings. Assholes.
Lease is up in ten months, and then I get to bitch about the downfalls of another city without having the standard fallback benefit of being a locally born and bred cynic, instead of a cranky transplant who is part of the problem. (Imagine New York and Los Angeles without tourists, people trying to \”make it,\” and transplants and immigrants from other towns, cities, and countries. Only locals from a long line of locals. Frightening thought.) If I could just convince MW to come with us, all would be grand. If he\’s still hard for work in six months, that may be possible.