I Can't Handle the Truth

In honor of Memorial Day yesterday, I said to myself, "Self, what would be the one thing that would make you ready to enlist in the army? The one thing that would make you feel brave enough to risk your life for the sake of your country? The one thing that would make you think, 'I AM an army of one, god damn it. Sign me up.'"

And then I thought about my life, my goals, my accomplishments. In other words, my time in Times Square and this blog. And I realized that, by golly, there is one thing that could signify my calling to the armed forces. I am, of course, talking about the dead persuasive combination of Inflatable Guy and Random Costumed Beings.



Tell my mother that I'll write.