UNEMPLOYABLE 3

So the death of Anna Nicole Smith has me all up in arms today. It's messing with my belief system. It's got me thinking of a Crackhead who quickly rose to fame after saving a kid on Broadway from being hit by a cab. The Crackhead managed to pulls it off with just a broken collar bone.

He starts down the yellow brick road with a stint of appearances on late night shows and it turns out this Crackhead has a hell of a personality. The public is smitten with him, they want more. He quickly surpasses the level of the Geico Caveman and starts gaining somewhat of a life. A life that has the power to fully distracts him from his old daily routine, to transform him. He finally is able to kick his 5034 day binge of crack, vagrancy, complusive masterbation, petty crimes and homelessness. He even gets a small office space way uptown and hires an undergrad dropout to take his calls. Things are good, things are moving, a piano has landed right on his head and he is wearing it like a sombero with style and grace. Rock bottom is well below, he is floating in the ethers, out of the crosshairs. Things are cool in his world. But has anything really changed inside.

Staying positive for what to keep an altitude far above rock bottom. Shit is that negative? Maintaining a speed of life faster than pain can move? Pain is a god, Pain is omniscient, Pain is the mind, Pain is very patient. Its got a name something cool and mythological, but the Crackhead doesn't know it. It is always there loitering around. And after 534 days of the good life things start to slow down for the Crackhead. And he starts thinking about a theory that he has been trying to formulate. A theory of disentanglement. He wonders while he walks his dog Jed through Central Park. How many days of the good life does it take to conquer the gravitational pull of his old one? Is there a ratio of new life over old life that he can exceed to assure himself of victory over a relapse. Money is a savior to the Crackhead. Anyone with money who still can't get up from rock bottom really challenges the Crackhead's base ideology. He knows about Anna Nicole Smith and he is not very happy about it. Then Jed takes a shit and the Crackhead pauses takes a breathe and watches it steam in the cold air. The Crackhead bends down with a plastic bag over his hand and palms the hot stuff and reverses the bag over it and they walk on.