I knew the day would come. The day in which I would finally approach my mounting stack of Economist Magazines and reenter the world of 'whats happening' beyond the 4 corners of State Policy. The result: I walk around a little less confident in the promise of tomorrow. I fear the bottom falling out of every global economy; even in countries I've never even thought about before. In essence, we- as a global community- are seriously screwed.
In good news, it looks like the drug trafficking industry is on the up and up, and that this downturn isn't racist; its color-blind in its attack. Fortune magazine reports that the world's dwindling billionaire population is the hardest hit- which, I suppose, in raw dollars is true. In the very least, I hope that the world has to endure fewer brats to fill the air space on "My Super Sweet 16"- or maybe that they only get ONE new Range Rover for their birthday.
As we plod along, I do wonder when we are going to get to the 'fear itself' part of being afraid and make some serious lifestyle changes. Until then, I'll keep writing to you from my over-priced apartment while noshing on yumminess from Whole Foods while my bank account hovers around danger zone. No big deal.
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