November 21, 2000: Same boat different airplane

I fight extremely hard to stay positive but fall flat on my face. Laying my head back, the mind dips its toes into an ice-cold storm of hatred— fed by the rise and fall of trust and respect. Modern day society has turned the majority of us into corporate slaves—our fields of cotton resemble desks and computers, the only difference between today and one hundred years ago is the nicely typed piece of paper received on the 15th and 30th of every month.