Free

Dear Blog,


Some things should always be free. Mailboxes should come free. Today I had to mail 3 letters, and I have a mailbox, but I wasn't really near it per se, so I drove to the custom postal way up there on the road uppaways and mailed them all. And I'll be damned if it wasn't free. Free. Granted, the stamps cost money, but it was free for me to take those letters and just pop 'em in the box. No one made me pay.

All mailboxes should be free.

Water should come free. At The Summit the other day, I walked in and asked to buy a bottle of water. Simkis told me they had free water for us in a pitcher on the counter, but I said I didn't want to be "That Kid". You know, that kid who sits in the coffee shop all day drinking the free water and never (ever) buying anything. "That Kid". I didn't want to be her.

Matches should be free. To date, I've had 3 people try - and in most cases, succeed - (sorry Thomas, you didn't) to light a whole book of my matches on fire. A whole book of my matches! What, do they think matches grow on trees? Hells no. If those little fuckers weren't free, I'd be in a hole right now.

There are more things that should be free, and so I will add more to this list at a later date, but right now I need to put on my face to go to my high school's young allumni christmas party. (Fuck capitalizing christmas).


Until next time,

P. I. Staker