You know what I love about Philadelphia? That giant bell that broke and now we keep it. It's like a giant broken tooth that needs a giant dentist but we don't care; we love him the way he is.
This is somewhat akin to me crashing a car and then keeping it in my driveway and when people are like;
Uh...hey, did you know you have a wrecked car in your driveway?
I'll be like;
Yea, pretty cool huh? Got it driving to the dentist. I thought the crash was bad, but turned out the dentist was worse.
Then I'd start charging people to see it. The car that I crashed on the way to the dentist. Put it in the back yard, maybe put Plexiglas around it. With a sign: "Dentist Crash." Start making up stories about historical figures and it. Answer questions like;
Oh, well sure, there's non-trip-to-the-dentist-non-crashed cars everywhere. You can find them just driving around the street. And we could have repaired this too, but it's a part of history man. It's HISTORY.
I think a lot of history is just being lazy about crazy. That's what I call it: Lazy about Crazy. What? The bell broke and we aren't fixing it? That's crazy. It's also lazy. Making it: Lazy about Crazy. It's way of living. Feel free to try it.
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