My Personal Theme Song for Project Downtown

Black Fingernails, Red Wine
Eskimo Joe

Black fingernails, red wine. I wanna make you, all mine. A lot of people, underground. You wanna get there? You gotta go straight down.

There's a culture, everywhere. Smoke clouds, hang in the air. It's so loud, can't hear you talk. You and I, should take a walk downtown.


Straight down. Downtown.

Straight down.

The argument over god continues in this house. All of us stand and point our fingers at the ground. All of us stand and point our fingers.

Straight down.

Red-letter day, black heart.Its gonna tear you, all apart. It's so loud; can't hear you call. You and I, are gonna fall straight down.

Straight down.

Downtown. Straight down.


The argument over god continues in this house. All of us stand and point our fingers at the ground. All of us stand and point our fingers.

Straight down.

Thoughts.

Thought #1: My heart goes out to those who have ever had to beg for money. Even if you don't need it for yourself. Even asking latently, via, for example, a prettied-up shoebox at the CAIR Banquet. I was embarassed like whoa, winding through tables, carrying a box, basically screaming, "Give me your moniiiiiiiies!" But maaaan was it so worth it when this kid skips up to me and drops a c-note into the box. (That's a $100 for those of you who aren't hip to the groove.) Just stuffs it right in there. Made my night.

Thought #2: There are some things worth humiliating yourself for. There are some things worth swallowing your pride, and your coolness factor for. It's okay to look like a dumbass sometimes. Go crazy. Hullahoop with a bunch of kids like no one is watching.

Get up from the desk at school while you're studying for your hard-as-nails exam and saying, "I'm off to pray. Any requests?" When you return some joker is gonna quip, "You sure you prayed enough for us?" They won't think you're a loser for taking ten minutes out of your life to put your forehead to the ground and plead to God to keep you going. The people around you are so thirsty for spiritual, well, anything. They just might join you one day.

Sigh, blow imaginary bangs out of your face, and mutter dejectedly, "Am I having a bad hair day, or what?"

Walk into the bathroom proudly with your Big Gulp lota. Also, put your damn foot in the sink.