Why I hate Connecticut...

by Dominick A. Miserandino

It's nothing personal to most Connecticut residents or Conneticutites but it's the state as a whole which keeps me up at night. Metaphorically speaking about the state of course. For me and my friends, growing up in Brooklyn, it was that which Connecticut represented that disgruntled us the most. Connecticut, to us anyway, was this land where children were born into money and there was no poverty, ghetto's, crime or anything bad. Connecticut was this land that had everything it wanted. I know this not to be true now, but metaphors are metaphors and sometimes they stick.

Anyway, on a recent night when the world wasn't all it was cracked up to be for me, I decided to call my friend and travel around the lovely borough of Staten Island. Now mind you, after driving and talking about the issues most at a man's heart eventually brings up all the issue's in one's soul, and even, (heaven forbid) the metaphor's of growing up. I looked at him and said, "I hate Connecticut."

"And why do you hate Connecticut?"

And so I answered him by listing everything on my mind and of course how it related to Connecticut (again not as a state to all my friends from there, but as a metaphor). I gave him my list which involved everything from interpersonal romantic relationships to race relations and even economic issues of the ghetto's in the city. "I hate Connecticut!", I screamed.

So then, we drove. Like two kindred spirits, or more like two tired, pissed off people, we did what pissed off people do, we drove to piss. From Staten Island, New York, an hour and half north we drove to the border of the two states. We stood under the sign saying "Welcome to Connecticut" on the New York side, and aiming at Connecticut, we relieved ourselves on this scapegoat of a state.

Why did we do this? Well, I think at times in our life we all need to do what our heart says more then what our mind screams is logical. Too often we panic and go insane about everything rigid this world imposes and we just need to... do what we gotta do. So to anybody out there who is stressed more then they feel they oughta be... To anybody out there who has tried drowning there problems in beer and smoking anything that doesn't walk... To anybody who has contemplated the worst, when they as people deserve the best... go and follow your heart, and if you want... go and piss on Connecticut.

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