Today the Boston Celtics kicked off the NBA Sunday games against the Charlotte Hornets. They played like a team who had survived a BBQ dinner followed by a clandestine soiree at a crack den whorehouse and a dawn limo ride to their hotel. This team has no soul and have no chance of going anywhere in the playoffs. Brad Stevens sucks as a coach and the all-stars are exhausted by the schedule. I waited through a time-out to be subjected to ads from the three worst products in America; Gas, Fast Food, and Cars.
Gas is culled from coal, tar pits, and deep veins of oil beneath the surface of Earth.
If all the carbon in the air were to drop to the surface, mankind would be buried under three feet of toxic ash extinguishing all life on the planet.
Fast food genetically modifies its consumers into obese non-human stricken with a multitude of life-threatening diseases. I have warned my friends in love with Mickie Ds and Burger King about their eating doom, but how can an old drunk argue against the pretty photos of Fast Food empires?
By saying nothing.
What’s the use?
I figure the world population in 2050 to number 500 million.
And cars will not help anyone escape the the end of the world.
I will be 98 in 2050.
The last old man on Earth.
Despite my team losing today, I will be wearing my green.
I will drive a motorcycle fueld by the last gas in this world.
And dining on fried clams at Tony’s at Wollaston Beach.
98 and more alive than ever.