Candy

We Should all be able to experience an extraordinary life. A life with court side seats and private jets, with caviar and Crystal champagne, where physically beautiful people surround us and make us feel wanted. We should have backstage passes and camps with boats, or ocean-view-homes on the coast with yacht's, and a Mercedes Benz or a Harley Davidson and a Bentley stocked full of single malt scotch and Heineken. A life where Beyonce and Jay-Z high-five us on their exit from the Grammy's, and Brad and Angelina give us air-kisses after their premier in L.A. We should all have the ability to climb to the top of Mount Everest or explore the abyss of the ocean. I believe that we should all have our own TV show and share dinner with The President, or hang with Hugh and shoot a round with Tiger. Just once in our lives we should be invited to attend a Hilltop party that overlooks the valley where the models are high and the artists are higher. A party where Italian Marble cools our feet and French cigarette's heat our lungs, where our whistles are moistened by expensive vodka - flavored with cherry, or banana, or mango, and where the small are SO small that they're never even thought of and most of the guests often forget where they are from. We should all experience that. And then we should all experience the place where the game is far from the working man's grasp and his kid can only see it on TV. where a jet is the name of a football team and champagne is something we only see in the movies or taste at a wedding. The place where beauty is found in the soul and in the heart of a person, and feeling wanted would be a blessing to the lonely. Where we would only dream to own a camp or live on the ocean and play in the water for hours and a small splash won't ruin our day. A simple place where floating on the water is getting into a canoe or a kayak, but that is a luxury one can only rent. A trying place where owning a car is the highest luxury, but often times a curse, and where single malt scotch is appalling while Heineken is for the "Richies" and the preps. We should all live a life where we've only seen Beyonce and Jay-Z on TV and it wasn't even in high-def. The sad life where we can't afford to take our families to a movie and the only Brad and Angelina premier we see is the trailer or on a public billboard. A place where the highest mountain we try to climb is the pile of bills we've stacked on our counter tops ultimately leading us to the abyss of self-loathing brought on by the inability to climb said mountain, and where our own TV show is a grainy home video of our second birthday. Sharing dinner with the president will only happen in our living rooms eating a TV dinner under the light of a shaded orange-hued tungsten and wishing we were Hugh or Tiger - still. The party on the Hilltop is the place where we slide in winter and the valley has few lights. The life where getting high is induced by cheap wine, 30 packs of Bush and local weed and where artists never, ever, see a gallery. This is the place where Italian marble is in Italy and French cigarettes are over priced. Where flavored vodka is the addition of cranberry juice or tonic with lime, and where WE are so small that that the images of the rich and famous seem like a candy that we will never taste.