Convenience

When driving alone or riding motorbike, or drunk, I fancy my words worthy of carrying weight. I speak as if I am being listened to.  I write as I am being read.   I draw as if I am being exposed.
I'm fortunate enough to have friends that entertain some of the delusions of grandeur from time to time. David Law and the Law Brothers being such buddies. Occasionally they take something I scribbled or wrote and hang it up on the fridge- and at 28 years old I am filled with the pride and appreciation of a 6 year old, crayons in hand.
The following made the fridge:

Times ain't that different.

People in every generation have preferred to place the blame on being born in the wrong decade, or century, or how much society had changed, as to why they lacked the grit or steel to do what needed done.  Yet,  throughout the entirety of human history there have been those individuals who, despite the decade or century, despite the advancements of society , despite all obstacles and INCONVENIENCES, have been able to do what needed doing. 

Those among us who would fancy themselves heroes, warriors, or the leaders of great revolutions if only things were more CONVENIENT... are day dreamers.

Nothing more, possibly less.  

-Nickolas Crosby 2/13/11