PSB – Where the Streets Have No Name

I want to take shelter from poison rain...
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The secret is out. I'm an Asian movie star who isn't fluent in English but has enough money to hire a full-time translator who is by my side 24/7. He blogs for me. He writes all my replies to fan letters. He even reads to me when I'm on the toilet. Sometimes when I'm mad at him and we're doing TV interviews, I purposely say stupid things to make him look like an incompetent translator.

"My fans mean a lot to me. They help me get through some of my darkest hours. When I'm constipated I think of them to ease my pain."

(If there are ever any typos or grammatical errors in my blog – point your judging finger at him.)
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I've got a friend from the states coming up for a visit this weekend so it looks as though this weekend will be full of drunken debauchery. Apparently being twenty 8 doesn't mean you're mature enough to not throw garbage on cars, take photos with locked up bikes and peeing on poor unsuspecting trees. I think deep down inside everyone has a hidden grudge against trees, I know I do. As a child my mom used to break off tree branches to hit me with when I was too unruly. Ever since then I've been urinating on trees as payback.
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Speaking of trees. Sonia said something quite interesting the other day. She told me that society isn't as concerned about the environment because they fail to see the long-term consequences of their actions. Humans are hardwired to see the short-term. Back when we were cave men we were only worried about our immediate future. Daily things such as where we would find our next meal and shelter were our primary concerns.

Genetically we're not much more intelligent than animals. Like them we only respond when something requires immediate action. We don't put enough money into preserving our environment and conserving our resources because we can't see how that's going to help us 100 years down the road. Save the environment for our children? – some of us don't even have children yet so why bother. What does one recycled bottle mean in the grand scale of things? More than you will ever know or understand...