appropriate.
September 12, 2003 11:02 AM

It's not right to laugh. It's not alright. It's not.

Well, it's not acceptable. By. Other people, I guess, other people who define what acceptable is. Appropriate is. What is it? Only what it is not.

Yes. So. Tired and exasperated and it's just everything.

A man comes on my radio and tells me he's sad, shocked. He runs a two-hour retrospective of his own news coverage. Could it be more? Could it be so?

And it's funny, it is. It deserves laughter. Or a slap upside the head, Moe and Larry style.

I mean. Could it be more?

I wouldn't know.

Laughing at tragedy made funny and crying at things like they're out of straws (or, okay, soup) and it's literally the last straw.

Something is missing. Yes. Something is missing, thereby Shakespeare.

I'd like a life without dread.

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