The Art of Story Telling

In 1999 rapper Slick Rick came out with an album titled 'The art of story telling". Today I listening to a balding middle age man talk for three hours about the indigenous plants of Georgia, how to fundraise to be able to pay for quality mulch, and why life is hard for the head of a non-profit group who wants to slowly maintain and improve a community park. This man is a unabridged encyclopedia of stories no one cares about. It is kind of like opening a page in the guiness book of world records and reading, the 49th tallest ethopian man in the world is 6 feet 11 inches. If I met that man I would no doubtedly be impressed by his stature, but I would pay him no complement for breaking the top fifty. One story about evasive plant species, literally took forty-five minutes. Yes, that is ridicolous. What culture celebrates this knowledge of the useless? How could he learn anything of the outside world if he spends his time crafting anecdotes about a crazy out-of-control plant that grows way to fast for its own good? Does he look at the newspaper and think who the fuck cares about the federal spending deficit, where is the proper fern care section? I hope the uninteresting man who the park was named after rises from the grave just to go on one of his tours and tell him he is wasting his life. I would also be pretty impressed if the trees got bored and walked to another more interesting park.