I distinctly remembered we all threw our bodies on top of each other. We were making a mountain of bodies.
We were all laughing and wrestling to see who would get to the top of the bodies. I was on top. I was five years old. We were in Raster elementary school kindergarten. Laughing. Having fun.
Then I took a dump. A big one.
And we were all in shorts. Something I like to describe as the “trickle-down effect” began to occur.
Everyone started yelling. Everyone started insulting me and running away from me.
A teacher hit me.
The next memory I have was that my mom was waiting on the sidewalk in front of the house. “What did you do!” she said and took me by the hand and brought me inside.
That may have been my first memory of a life-changing experience.
What we do with our bowels is very important to us. We basically viscerally remember the times we crapped on others. The more people under us, the bigger the memory.
I once visited with a radio news producer while he was producing his show. On the news that night there were elections, earthquakes, wars, economics, smart pundits, etc.
All things to scare the hell out of you.
In the middle of the show the producer told me, “100% of our job is filling up the spaces in between advertisements.” So here I had it: a guy whose entire job is to create the prime time news for YOU was telling me it was a scam. That’s the news.
If you can, tell me a single thing you saw on the news today that was either not a lie or was in some way relevant to your life. one thing… just one single thing… I’ll wait.
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