SITTING ON A SEA OF....

Raven crouches on the windowsill.

Are you pretending to be a stuffed bird, or what?

“I’m depressed. The world is going to hell in a handbasket.”

Rave, you sound like my grandmother.

“I’ll bet she’s not even alive. Hendrix said: “There ain’t no life nowhere.” And he was right. He’s not alive either.

Yeah, on ARE YOU EXPERIENCED. The song was “I Don’t Live Today”. What IS this, guy: music trivia?

“There is no hope. First Wolfowitz told Vanity Fair that they invaded Iraq using the pretext of WMDs for “bureaucratic reasons.” Then he came out somewhere in Asia and said they didn’t care about North Korea because it wasn’t ‘sitting on a sea of oil’. All bets are off now, when those assholes can come out and say they invaded Iraq for the oil—without even making a pretext anymore.

I see your point, guy. But don’t take it personally. Outside that window is Pacific Ocean—bigger and bluer than any sea of oil in Iraq. And with blue skies overhead stretching at least to Guam.

Raven isn’t buying any of it.

“It’s all lies. Even the truth becomes a lie. War is peace. Oil is WMDS. Up is down. It’s a sea of shit….”

Some days are like that. You just have to sink to the bottom.