"WHY I HATE CONNECTICUT"
It's nothing personal to most Connecticut residents or
Conneticutites but it's the state as a whole which keeps me
up at night. Metaphorically speaking about the state of
course. For me and my friends, growing up in Brooklyn, it
was that which Connecticut represented that disgruntled us
the most. Connecticut, to us anyway, was this land where
children were born into money and there was no poverty,
ghetto's, crime or anything bad. Connecticut was this land
that had everything it wanted. I know this not to be true
now, but metaphors are metaphors and sometimes they stick.
Anyway, on a recent night when the world wasn't all it was
cracked up to be for me, I decided to call my friend and
travel around the lovely borough of Staten Island. Now mind
you, after driving and talking about the issues most at a
man's heart eventually brings up all the issue's in one's
soul, and even, (heaven forbid) the metaphor's of growing
up. I looked at him and said, “I hate Connecticut.”
-And why do you hate Connecticut?-
And so I answered him by listing everything on my mind and
of course how it related to Connecticut (again not as a
state to all my friends from there, but as a metaphor). I
gave him my list which involved everything from
interpersonal romantic relationships to race relations and
even economic issues of the ghetto's in the city. “I hate
Connecticut!”, I screamed.
So then, we drove. Like two kindred spirits, or more like
two tired, pissed off people, we did what pissed off people
do, we drove to piss. From Staten Island, New York, an hour
and half north we drove to the border of the two states. We
stood under the sign saying “Welcome to Connecticut” on the
New York side, and aiming at Connecticut, we relieved
ourselves on this scapegoat of a state.
Why did we do this? Well, I think at times in our life we
all need to do what our heart says more then what our mind
screams is logical. Too often we panic and go insane about
everything rigid this world imposes and we just need to...
do what we gotta do. So to anybody out there who is
stressed more then they feel they outa be... To anybody out
there who has tried drowning there problems in beer and
smoking anything that doesn't walk... To anybody who has
contemplated the worst, when they as people deserve the
best... go and follow your heart, and if you want... go
and piss on Connecticut.