Why, what an ass am I!

You know – normally I’d agree. I would stand up and be counted among the asses of America. But today I am finally tired of blaming myself. What if it’s not my fault there’s no place for my art in America? What if there’s nothing I can do to change the climate I live in?
What if I could lay the blame for the shitty culture I’m scrambling to make stuff in at someone else’s feet? Doesn’t mean I’m not still an ass. I’m an ass, sure. But it’s not my fault.


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