Somewhat rarely someone comes along who reminds me that humanity isn't finished... and there is still hope for artful expression in the 21st century and beyond.
Someone who would rather drink and get wasted than be popular with the moral majority tabloids.
Someone who would rather tell the world to fuck off than be seen on Larry King helping starving children in Africa.
Amy Winehouse, my dear Pax Acidus reader, is this person and more. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night with an ache in my chest, wishing I could spend time with her.
Whatever she wants to do.
Sharing a needle and then puking in the toilet. Necking three hits of e and dancing to Abba. Dinner and a movie. Fighting in a holy war.
But then the next day at work (yes I work now) I put on one of her albums on and it's almost just as good. She's got talent, passion, artistic sense, and appreciates a sloth with a degree in philosophy ( that's me ).
I don't know what else to say, except...JOB FUCKING WELL DONE AMY MY LOVE!
The next person who says you are a burnout, washout, junkie, untalented wigger wastoid... I am gonna kill them and make you a leather jacket out of their hide.
- written by Sloth