God, we need passion like this more than ever.
Me, to liquor store man (who is a stoic, humorless, unimaginative robot): “How’s it going, Sarge?”
He (as always), “Can’t complain.”
Me, after a solid sigh: “A man who can’t complain is a man without consciousness, self-awareness, vision, compassion, guts. There is PLENTY to complain about: Las Vegas. Our failing ecosystem. Donald fucking Trump.”
He: “That’ll be $10.26.”
Jesus. Keep on rockin’ in the free world, kids. Don’t give up.