reawakening the peace monster

I am now, offically, a bad son. a lousy husband. a warm weather friend. a slightly obese coworker. a long hair. a misfit. a drudge. four eyed forked tongue fascist.

found a record player in the catacombs. bought a USB record player. got together to jam at RKOs for the first time in two years.
otherwise I am cautious with the money.

the union votes tonight. what is the issue that we must all agree upon. that the college is fair in its bargaining? how about that we are more than union in name alone. a franchise of loosely aggregated talent with poor communication channels and sub par interpersonnal skills. peace, like a wheel, revolves. crushing souls beneath the sound insect screams. this is all i can say about that. the record player skips and i run to it like a ringing phone.