I wondered what that was….
The news reported, this morning, that for an instant, the entire United States power grid “blinked”.
I see now that this inexplicable occurrence must have been the result of the sheer force of thousands of the last of the remaining Mullet Brotherhood crying out in unison upon hearing this news. Every people must have a queen and, alas, she was most certainly theirs.
Though I am but a simple “cold neck”, in their eyes, and cannot possibly understand the depths of their despair, I will grieve as one of them and sit upon the hood of my car and crank a slow, acoustical version of
“Here I Go Again On My Own” while sipping a Pabst Blue Ribbon, Coors, or Budweiser, and weep bitter tears of remembrance. For I, too, know what what it means, to walk along the lonely street of dreams…