This Sums Up the Problem with Society

At least Mr. Black Murano has the balls to say it.

First Days of Vacation

Fog City

Life in the Ghetto

Why do people feel the need to get louder and louder when they are congregating with friends? My neighbors had some guests tonight. Over the course of an hour and I am assuming with a couple of drinks or two…their conversation could practically be felt it was so loud. What started out as a dull roar had one hour into the gathering become an obnoxiously loud and raucous party. This entails a whole lot of cackling, clapping, hooting and hollering.

It’s almost like they have this unspoken understanding:

The one who is the loudest is the one having the most fun.

My take?

Stupid. Asses.

Season change please!

I am tired of summer. As mild as this summer has been for the most part…I long for shorter days, a blanket of fallen leaves on the ground and the smell of the cool morning mist in the air. Autumn is my favorite time of the year. The vibrant color of the trees as they prepare for winter is such a sight to behold. One of these days I will visit New England or somewhere on the East coast where pictures are taken of acres and acres of trees full of bright orange, gold and red leaves. Unfortunately, not this year though.