Worship Your Own

You've got to have a goal, people say. Why, everyone's got a dream of some kind!

No, not the last time that I noticed. I checked my hoopla at the door along with my guns and libido. I take a little amusement, I admit, but even that is all verbal, visual, or auditory. It's been a long time since I jumped up and down about something sublimely self-polishing and ridiculous—you know, the way people carry on about sports teams, the Pope, or Michael Jackson in his white-man disguise. Have some dignity, people! At the very least, kneel down and worship your own dreams—if that's what you call 'em—not those of someone else.

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