Rain.

This is America. And its raining.

A tavern and a tuesday afterwork and Irish Cider listening to men debate baseball and the physical features of yesterdays girl. This is America because the Sox are lousy this year and its rained all summer without a break in humidity and men can't get a job, or laid, or a dream. This is america because there aren't any good tunes on the radio and mp3s now cost a buck. This is america because water costs more than soda and four men want one job that pays less than they earned in speaking fees last year.

This is america and its raining. This is america because its raining.