Going to Acapulco

"It's a wicked life, but what the hell, shit everybody's got to eat."

 

Tomorrow is Monday morning, most people in their right minds are about to start another week of work in an already fading summer. But for those of us privileged enough to sleep in on a Monday morning in August keep the dream in mind. There is a place in this world for everyone. A nook and cranny for each of our eccentricities. Someone once told me as I put on Dylan's "Going to Acapulco" that Bob has made a living off writing songs that force people to feel depressed. This is a true enough statement, but that doesn't mean it's all true. Dylan writes songs that are filled with hope to those feeling lost in their lowest moments. He then picks you up and slam you down simultaneously. In this particular song he proves my point with the lyric,

"Well, sometimes you know when the well breaks down, I just go pump on it some."

 

Happiness is driven by the fuel of Monday morning's. While the Sunday night blues are difficult to fathom, the question remains, what are we really dreading about a beautiful Monday morning that is so unbearable. Whether you love your job or feel as though nothing will ever be okay, there is still meaning in something. Next Sunday's episode of Breaking Bad should be worth the full work week, I mean the upcoming dialogue between Hank and Jessie can easily unhinge our souls forward for another work week. God damn, take me away from this dull dream.

 

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