strangeattractor

so,

last night the boy had to dj for a five year old's birthday party somewhere in brentwood. i felt sick all this morning. so did the boy. i'm pretty sure it's due to mere disgust at all the wealth flaunting.

then again, i drank a shitload after we left the shindig.

at the end of the night some 2 year old hit me with an inflatable-but-deflating piano. i chased the little asshole and then shook him upside-down, hoping he would have some change in his pockets. i bet his parents were like, oh so cute! no, this was about revenge. class war, i tell you. i put the little shit down and he tries to hit me again. the birthday girl had a temper tantrum. i'm pretty sure that every so often a "normal" kid will act up but, damn it, but each of the forty five year olds acted like that non-stop, and believe me - it was bedlam. she even had a andy-warhol-esque portrait of herself placed above the mantel. with a tiara on.



i try to reconcile my hate for the filthy rich but then i run into even more good reason to fuel the fire.