Mad World

We live in one motherfucker of a mad world. A friend of mine here in the Dk's Dad just died. He'd been knighted by the queen and given a medal to commemorate the honor. My buddy just got a letter in the mail saying that he is now obliged to return his Father's medal promptly.

At times, I'm convinced this is the worst place in the world. Another guy I work with - his wife just had to quit her job because her boss took pictures of his cock and then made her look at them. Twenty three pictures in all. Brutal.

Other times, I think this is a pretty decent place. Nobody j-walks, or runs red lights. Everything is so orderly. Tipping service staff is frowned upon and considered an insult. Theatre tickets are reserved in advance along with your specific seat. Everything is clean and neat and if I hadn't been here long enough to see and hear the stories that boil up from under the surface, I'd think this is a special place where nothing ever goes wrong, which is obviously not the case. Like everywhere else, Denmark is a mad, mad world.