The Wee Democracy

i fought the man, and the man won

there are times in your life, where you plan something. you plan it out in your head and ideas flow with the same ease as when you had those late night bong hits. you are beside yourself with excitement, realizing the potential for some seriously killer fun, and you can't wait for the sun to come up so you can go about implementing your plans to there full and inedscribably badass end.

but, as the high wears off, you realize that you were caught up in your own excitement and everything you'd hoped to accomplish was for naught. such was the sad case of the aforementioned picture project.

as you may remember, i was quite happy -- as a clam, i believe -- when i got my camera, and i was having a pretty swank time taking pictures throughout the day, laughing at myself. but then, the wind dropped outta my sails, as it is wont to do. stupid wetblanket wind.

so, i had one picture left on my wee camera, and i was gonna take one of myself in the mirror, looking all dapper in my suit that i was guilted into wearing to work on sunday. i should have known that the project was going to disintegrate into a stunning display of crap luck and anticlimacticism (is that a word? should be) when i pulled the camera out of my coat pocket to retreat to the bathroom, my private lounge, only to discover that the last picture had accidently been snapped....of the astoundingly interesting inside of my pocket!

then, yesterday, i made the mistake of going to a mall camera shop to have my shit developed, and they were a rip off. i drop off my stuff, request the picture cd, and leave. then i return a short while later, remembering that part of the reason i bought that specific camera was the offer of a free cd. i asked the fella that ran the joint what was up, and that i was supposed to get a freebie. then, to my horror, he revealed himself as the much discussed, often illusory spector - the man.

"we don't do that promotion" he tells me, with such readiness, i knew that he knew he was taking advantage of a sucker.
"well, then can i have my film back?"
"sorry, its already being processed. you can have the negatives when we're done, and use those to get the free cd"
"but i have to buy prints from the place to get the cd"
"no you don't"
"yes i do"
"no you don't"
"i'm pretty sure it said so on the box"
"you can just ask them for the cd"
"whatever. i have to go back to work"
"see you in an hour"

bastard!! ok, i know it wasn't totally his fault, and if i'd wanted i could have bitched and moaned until i got a free picture cd. but its like when a good boxer steps into the ring with the champion. he could win, but if the champ gets into his head, just the littlest bit, the fight's as good as over. i can't fight the man.

the man made me his bitch.

i spent a total of 30 bucks for something that's maybe worth a buck and a half, tops. goddamn man.


feeling: pissed off
thinking of: i dunno - music?
song of the day: get me away from here, i'm dying - belle and sebastian
i could kill you sure, but i could only make you cry with these words