The best thing about working with people are the fuck-ups you know you're inevitably going to have; whether they're high all the time, developmentally disabled but still of some utility to you, you're banging them, or they're fucking dyslexic you can't avoid eventually having a communication breakdown, like the difference between the numbers 1492 or 1942. The numbers are meaningless, like body counts--unless they're dates. You can talk incessantly about how funny it was that Christopher Columbus brought disease to the new world in cuddly blankets then chopped off people's hands for picking up and looking at the gold he had stolen from them, or you can talk about early corporate interests starting conflicts in Europe to collect valuable art treasures they wouldn't have been able to get their hands on previously without pulling some gold teeth to do it, then pulling them anyway, but if you can't do something someone asks you to why the fuck stick around? What it really comes down to is, "Who do I wanna piss off the most at this shitty New Year's Eve party?" Displaced indigenous peoples who sell cigarettes in shitholes by the roadside? Western Eurotrash ancestors fleeing some assholes stealing everything they own and kicking them out of their countries? Neither. The artist formerly known as Prince-- you wanna piss off Prince. Tonight you're gonna party like it's...oh, wait, that's right--fuck you wanker.
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