I think snow is fucking great. I love it. I love the silence. I love it because only the stupidest of cunts is out on the roads and what very little noise they make is deadened by the blanket of corpse-faced white. This city, this Town of the Ford, it talks too fucking much. Talks, moans, bitches, screams and fucking howls. The snow has got her pillow held lightly over the face of this agonised terminal case and its constant pain. Snow won't kill the town, but it'll shut it the fuck up for a few days. And don't tell me it isn't beautiful. Tom said it. The Heart of Saturday Night, Track 1, listen to the whole song. Now there's something for you to do with your iPhone when you're stuck in a four hour traffic jam.
I get it, snow fucks people up. People aren't where they want to be and are desperately trying to get somewhere else. Just like every other day. But yeah, people slip and die. People put out their backs unacustomedly shoveling in a futile attempt to prevent the slipping and the dying. People have to the wipe the arses of those that slip, but fail to die. Fuck it, it's worth it. My iPhone fucks people up. My having an iPhone means people suffer. That's worth it too.
I love you snow.