His name was Franz Ferdinand. Why would I know that? What’s the purpose of knowing that? He shares his name with a cool band, but I knew it before that.
I love the song Jacqueline (and erudite music fans will instantly know the connection here). I wish there was an actual her. Someone strong and smart and shaking off shrugs. There was a girl and she was close. I guess I was further from the idea of good.
Life is that way. It scares me. I look at people that are not much older than me and there is degeneration. Then I think about stupid questions, like “Am I happy?”
Is anyone happy? Does anyone get to be happy? I’m certainly not.