I thought I’d give you a brief glimpse in to my phychosis.

You know that song, “funky town”, well I heard it onthe raido at work the other day, and I’ve been having this wierd fantasy ever since.

You see, if there really is a funky town, then there must be a mayor of funky town. And just think of how much of a drag that job would be. I mean some decisions would be easy. The official band, for instance, would have to be George Clinton and the P funks. And the official slogan for the city would be”Funky town, it’s Funk-a-licious”.

But that’s wherethe fun ends.

First of all, everyone wants to go to funky town, but once they get there, I’m banking that they don’t really want to work there. High population groth and workers in short supply just screams public works nightmares.

Then you have to worry about things like health care for when people party too hard. Sure, there’s that wierd guy in the corner that calls himself Dr.Funks-a-Lot. But who knows if he really has a degree. I mean, yeah, a cool name and a dream, sure. But that doesn’t mean he should be seeing real patients. At some point you have to tell the doctor “go funk thy self”.

Then you have the whole problem of who you let into funky town in the first place. I mean, even the idea of used car salesmen in funky town: Funk worthy, Ithink not my friend.

I mean really, who wants to have to choose between the jerry curl and the afro as the funkiest hair style in history.

But you

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