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So I forgot about this Tumblr I started during the summer. It’s sort of an odd, but interesting idea (according to me, at least): Creating fictional pieces based on the characters in popular songs.
Anyway, the first piece examined the other side of Jim Croce’s “Operator.” I rarely write fiction, but I thought I did alright.
And yeah, I guess “Operator” was popular back in the early 70s, but you know what I mean.
This is Good
Bigfoot is — by far — the best gauge of Americans’ welfare.
As long as people keep claiming they have evidence that proves the hairy guys exist, we’re doing fine. As long as news outlets keep covering those proclamations, everything’s good. Bigfoot stories show that we all still have time to think about inane crap that will never, ever, happen.
If a few years go by and there are no Bigfoot sightings, no Sasquatch videos; America is officially fucked. Because that means something so serious has happened that we can no longer dedicate any brain power to a real life version of Harry and The Hendersons.
The Bigfoot legend might seem ridiculous, but in the end it’s helpful. And it’s certainly not abominable.