This October issue is kept in the bathroom in the magazine holder along with a couple Vice mags, Hunter S. Thompson's Kingdom of Fear, and a year-old Vanity Fair True Crime Special Issue that I can't seem to throw out. It was an engrossing read.
This morning I pull this Wired out and see the cover has been ripped off. Fuck! It's the Obama one! I find the cover buried deep inside when Rx walks in.
"Oh my god, Rx! The cover ripped off!"
She says, "Oh no, that's the good president! Mommy, you can tape it. I have tape, I'll go get it."
I successfully reattach the two, bring them back together, bring them back to life. It's time to store this beauty with my SF Chron announcing Obama's first win.
A triumphant beginning, a devastating end.
Go ahead, cry.
No comments:
Post a Comment