Tuesday November 02, 2004

That Felt Good

I could not wait to vote this morning. It felt like Christmas morning or the first day of school. I woke up around 4:30 and was at my polling place across the street at ten to 6:00. I wasn’t the first in line — there were about five people in front of me — but, after some confusion, I was the first person to vote in my election district.

I voted with gusto. I voted with authority. I took it to the vote hard. People in line gasped at the sight of my voting skills, which are a combination of natural talent and sound technique. I could not be denied. I was unstoppable. By the time I left, people were composing folk songs immortalizing my brief but decisive appearance at the polls for the benefit of their children and their children’s children. I, however, remained impassive. A beacon of humilty. A shining example. Like Eminem.

Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to bed.