Keep on Rich Rollin #6

“Fuck off with your sofa units and lime green stripe patters. I say never be complete. I say stop being perfect. I say let… let’s evolve, let the chips fall where they may.” – Brad Pitt (Actor) from the film “Fight Club”

Who decides what is best? Where do we draw the line? What is justice?

Can someone try to explain how anything can ever be objective and not subjective?

Is anyone out there?

The show must go on. The Obama-Romney show. Who is watching that? I’d watch but I’m in prison. I find a lot of humor in so many aspects of our great presidential race. Looking at it from a distance one would expect a thing as important and regal as a presidential race would bring out the best in all of those involved. Because we are electing the man that we lead the largest and most powerful empire in the history of man kind. One would expect and demand greatness… I would expect. Well… maybe we are not great after all… maybe the fact that we have an election that is based on smearing an opponent is a reflection of America and the world in general. I keep hearing people talking poorly about Romney based solely on the fact that he is wealthy. Wow. Isn’t that the American dream? Don’t we all dream of financial stability and the best for our family? Wait… is it because maybe he lied on his taxes? Ouch… but let’s be honest… wasn’t America founded on the same principles? We didn’t wanna pay taxes back then and we still don’t… and if you tell me any different then you are a liar and a fat mouth. Now don’t get me wrong, I am not for Romney by means, I am for Obama. But that doesn’t mean I wanna watch dudes get torn apart when we should be lifting each other up. We are not perfect. Not you. Not me. Not Obama. Not slave owning George Washington or getting head Bill Clinton or fake weapons of mass destruction George W. Bush. Not crack smoking Robert Downey Jr or steroid using Roger Clemens or pot smoking Olympian Shaun White. Not gun toting Daniel Dart or Lil Wayne or what about Madonna… can you say cult? It doesn’t stop there though… how about leaving your dog at Michael Vick’s house or sweat shop Queen and prison alumni Martha Stewart? So what’s my point?

We are not perfect.

We are not perfect

(one more time)

We are not perfect.

Not you. Not me. Not Romney. Not Obama. None of us.

They tell me that space is curved. And since everything is connected, it makes perfect sense; maybe that is why justice is crooked.

They also say justice is blind. Now let’s think about this, justice is blind. Would you let a blind person drive you to work? Why then do you want justice to be blind? Maybe we gotta open our eyes and stop being blind. I for one am grateful for eyes to see.

Don’t believe anything you hear and only half of what you see.

I’m a fuck up.

I am you.

You are me.

You’re a fuck up.

You’re amazing.

You are me.

I am you.

I am amazing.

Our faults make us beautiful. It is our faults and short-comings that give us reason to be great. It is thus we overcome and conquer.

We want what is perfect for us, we want faults.

I want a friend that will go to war with me. I want a woman that will do the same. I want loyalty. I want to be there.

My best friend is far from “perfect”, he is missing teeth… he has regular health problems. He is 53 years old and has spent nearly 30 years in prison. He has never traveled the world, or done anything that would be called “great” by normal circumstances. We spend our days together drinking coffee and laughing. Me telling stories of traveling and playing music. Him telling me facts of space and science, of nature and genetics. Imparting wisdom that comes only with age while I exude hope that comes only with youth.

Youth is wasted on the young.

We must make an odd couple. We are the perfect example of “not perfect.” Two fellas walking the prison yard. Both the dregs of society. Yet I have to consider him one of the best friends I’ve ever had. It is kind of amazing. The most amazing thing is that it is not an isolated incident by any means. It is quite common in fact. It is not perfect and that is ok.

I say fuck perfect.

I say let’s start a new “perfect”.

I say you walk into the bathroom and look in the mirror and say “you are the new perfect.”

We are flawed, therefore we are perfect.

I am perfect.

I am you.

You are me.

You are perfect.

WE… ARE… PERFECT.

Until next time, KEEP ON RICH ROLLIN!

-         DART

P.S. To all the women out there. Each and everyone of you. This song goes out to ya’ll.

Artist: BRUNO MARS
Title: Just The Way You Are

Ya’ll perfect!