I really thought the running-for-mayor thing was going to be more interesting than this. If I have to drink bad Boyd's at one more Rotary Club with 10 guys in foul cologne, I'm going to scream.
Plus, having to sit up there with Potter while the senior citizens in the audience doze off. Yawn! One guy hit his head on the chair in front of him and they had to take him out on a stretcher. What ever happened to Bud Clark? At least a little whiff of alcohol once in a while livened the debates up.
The damn heckling is making me uncomfortable, too. After I give my stump speech about the need for new leadership, some punk always raises his hand and asks, "But haven't you been part of the leadership around here for, like, 8 or 12 years now?"
Bush the Elder was right, they all want the confounded Vision Thing. They have no idea what it's like in this place.
Oh well, three more months of this and then I'll be where I truly deserve to be.
Posted by Jim at February 10, 2004 01:14 AM