And when you're out there, without care,
Yeah, I was out of touch,
But it wasn't because I didn't know enough,
I just knew too much ..
If my life goes to pot after university, I'd like to become one of those guys that knocks down buildings with a wrecking ball. I don't know if that even exists as a thing anymore; do they just blow it up with dynamite on each floor and collapse it 9/11 style, or take it apart piece by piece? Is there some kind of license involved, perhaps a permission slip?
I imagine there are classes. Like a driving test and theory test for cars, except instead of learning to indicate and brake properly, you're taught how to stop a building falling on you. If I ever make a great deal of money, I'll buy a wrecking ball, and some buildings, just to knock them down. I don't imagine there's anyone who wouldn't get at least a bit of a kick out of such an endeavour.
Maybe there are. There are probably people in the world who operate wrecking balls who are bored shitless of it. They spend long hours destroying buildings, pondering wistfully about playing Opus 10 by Chopin to a well dressed audience, or serving haute-cuisine in an up-market parisian restuarant. If only he knew there were people like me to which he could give his job.
That's pretty much all I have for you. I walked into town yesterday to deliver a hat and a pair of gloves to my sister for her to take home to my dad (sounds rather Dickensian in retrospect) and I stopped at McDonalds for the first time in ages. I had a big Mac. And I wasn't aware of this, but apparently big Mac's are now made out of cancer. The tastiest cancer there is, but fuck, my stomach was a wreck.
And walking back through Millenium square there was some sport playing on the big TV screen above the row of restaurants and bars, and the commentator said something to the effect of "whoever plays the best today and makes the fewest mistakes will win the game".
I don't know a great deal about sport, but I'm willing to bet that's some sharp analysis there.
