Gramma isn’t doing well. Got a very sad call, this morning. Her heart stopped during surgery and they aren’t sure if she will make it. We had plans to leave town for the upcoming Easter weekend. Everything is on hold — except for my punk rock cynicism. I’m not all that optimistic.
I took Gramma to see The Lion King, a few years ago, and it’s funny how my mind goes back to this musical.
Stupid, big corporation, evil conglomerate Disney. The music and images permeate my most intimate thoughts — like art, only commercialized and sold for half-price at the Times Square ticket booth.