Tag Archives: saul alinsky

Diary: New Year’s Eve

30 Jun

New Year’s Eve.  I will have nobody to kiss me on New Year’s Eve.  I will have nobody to buy a present for on Valentine’s Day.  And really, I don’t give a shit about these things, but when the day actually approaches you become like the punk kid who was too hardcore to go to the prom but then gets a little pang of sadness when he sees all the other kids piling into a limo.