the Golden Globes

dear sunshine on my front porch makes me happy diary,

my house may be rather small, but the fucker is clean and has a damn nice basement and the sun finds its way to my porch and that is my favorite part of living here. archie bunker died the day i was making the porch rails. carroll o'connor was one of my all time favorite actors when i was growing up- his brand of humor was so funny to me-you couldn't tell when he was acting- or if was even acting and i wanted to be just like him. he seemed so real- like i knew him. i cried when i heard he had died. i had to take a break from my project. so when the sun shines down on my porch sometimes and i am outside in the light- i close my eyes and imagine myself to be a star- under the hollywood lights. i think of the traffic going by as the audience and their rounds of applause after some significant thing i've said. i shade my eyes as i look out across the faces when i raise my head. "thank you- thank you all for letting me be a whore- i will now step down so i can get to work and do my job some more."