Aren't you glad?

Just sittin' here, twiddling my thumbs, doing some calisthenics in a little bikini.

"Horrorshow" they said, "ripsh*t", they chirped.

Aren't you glad you're not those people?  That you are who you are, at your perfect liberty to read a blog, or something else, almost anything else at all that comes to mind, with liberty being, not something allowed by your betters, but liberty purely being their limitations on how much or how little they could stand your way.

And in the end, you were always more in control of your own actions than you thought, and one day when you realize it, it's really a depressing thought, that perhaps you gave too much impetus to others, and some of those absolute strangers, and you were held too much by what you thought that they thought in re: you.

Jim Duty and Eric Carlysle, drinking "Bright'n'Early" and having Dunkin and all, taking in their own beginnings, bright beginnings, some thousands that comprise a lifetime, and them tearing one back in their own desultory way.