Johnny America




You will know when I’ve stopped car­ing about life. You will know when I’ve giv­en up all hope. You will know be­cause I will ar­rive on your doorstep sport­ing a neck­beard. It will be thick and bushy and rather nasty to be­hold. But un­til then, if you see me clean-shaven or with fa­cial scruff or with some­thing cre­ative above the lip or be­side the ears, you will know that hope remains.

Filed under Commentary on April 15th, 2011

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Cezarija Abartis wrote:

I love the iron­ic optimism.

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I love the imagery.

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