Down to the Letter

» November 24, 2004 12:06 PM by Jakob

As a child, I disliked my last name, not so much because it gave my classmates clearance to call me every color in a Crayola 64 pack, but because of our society's adherence to alphabetical order. I was always last or pretty damn close to last... and according to my teachers, reverse alphabetical order was a myth. But that's all neither here nor there because I came to terms with my last initial, "W", by the end of elementary school... that is, until NOW!

NOW, every morning and every night, even though I live in Liberal La-La Land (or the Left Coast as my Cousin Dave refers to it), I find myself always driving behind some SUV with the little bumper sticker that could. It's a very simple decal and somehow this tiny bumper sticker has a way of representing all my rage, despair, (feel free to insert as many adjectives as you like), and overall concern about the state of our states united (as divided as they are). All this fury-channeling sticker says is... "W".