Another attempt to write like Hemingway

Earth Day was officially yesterday, Tuesday April 22, but my friend and I decided to join in the commercial activities at the Santa Monica Pier last Sunday. It was great, experiencing the fresh, afternoon wind that swept across the Pacific Ocean right up into our nostrils. Plugging our ear-drums to the deafening sound of actress/punk rocker, Juliette (Lewis) and the Licks. Chain smoking because the cigarette company has got me trapped, but I enjoy the inhalation of carcinogens. Smelling the beautiful group of individuals who looked like they’ve been celebrating Earth Day since 1986. If this sounds like a story that is leading to a superficial and pessimistic commentary, by all means, you are damn right!

Maybe it is because I am older now and have seen enough light and wisdom to be jaded by consumerism. Since the first days as a kid, experiencing positive resistance against conglomerates and corporate mitigation to consume was my religion. Now I have realized over the years that I’ve been missing out on the Mexican Pizza at Taco Bell, the Filet o’ Fish at McDonald’s, Curly Fries at Jack in the Box and the shake at Carl’s Jr. that only people with eating disorders will dream of.

Basically, the Santa Monica Pier event was a bust. So we decided to create our own version of what Earth Day is. First we needed tools to generate ideas, so we walked to the local liquor store and each got a 22 oz. beer. Next, we brainstormed to envision a true identity of what Earth is and this was our conclusion; let’s consume. Not consume as in eating two scoops of vanilla ice cream, but consume as in; let’s start sliding that plastic until that sensor bar is melted off.

Starbucks – Strawberry & Cream Frappacino $4.95

Barnes & Noble – 3 paperback books $45 (they had a deal, if you buy 2, you get the 3rd free)

Chevron – ‘Snaps on the Petrol’ $51.47

Overall, we did good. My empty plastic cup got thrown in the recycling bin and I conserved water by pissing in an alley.

Should I attach pictures to my writings so it could be read like a cool graphic novel, just like “The Origins of Wolverine,” or “Hell boy?”