On the Thoughts of Urban Society Before I Move to NYC.

On the Sun's Choice to Be a Real Jerk...

So today it's pretty hot. Now don't get confused, it's not just the kind of heat that you would just remark to your friend in passing... 

"Hey man it's pretty damn hot today huh?" 

"Yeah... uhm I guess?"

No no, it's the kind of heat that makes you realize how bad smoking really is for your health. It's easy to forget the cancer causing tar and nicotine packed in every joyous drag of a cigarette while enjoying the cool night air on an evening stroll. Forget emphysema and premature birth, it's brisk and raining! Light up! Yet, add a few million degrees and a hot wind to the mix and bet your ass you'll remember all those things your parents and those ill-conceived Truth adds warned you against. As a man who prides himself in his pack-a-day habit, the very thought of a cigarette makes me want to throw up blood. 

In other words it's the kind of heat that makes you loathe the Sun's very existence. Sure it sustains life as we know it, but you know what? F that s. The Sun is a dick and quite frankly I'm sick of him (please excuse the non-gender inclusive language). He's like that annoying friend that's just always pushing your buttons for the sake of being annoying. And of course said friend thinks it's just about the funniest crap ever, completely unaware of what an asshole he's being. But then at times that friend, annoying as he sometimes is, can really be not so annoying. He may offer up a word of wisdom, a kind gesture, a real funny joke perhaps. I guess the possibilities of the good a friend can do are limitless. But not today! Today that friend is a dick, and that dick is the Sun.

Now that we've firmly established what a king jerk the center of our solar system is...