More like: "Shooting Dicey Dice With Einstein." I'm better at Ping-Pong.
"So. You Want To Be A Rock And Roll Star?" Fuck off and start over. Rock and Roll Blows Dead Bears.
Louse infested, credit unworthy-dirt-bags-from-San-Rafael, Livin' in a Garage Band Universe, beer-to-beer kinda' trip. Skip the Hit Single. Fast Forward to Old Age and unpronounceable Diseases. Down and Dirty. Pizza and beer, a slovenly apartment. That's: "what ya' get." No gold watches here, folks.
Let me up. I've "Had Enough." It ain't: THAT BAD. It could be worse. ALLOT worse.
I just had a nice romp with my Ex-Brother-In-Law and his Wife. Wonderful people. God smiles upon them and their offspring. Wife-y's Birthday! Yay! Ex's birthday on the 5th. My Dad's b'day, the 4th. A veritable feast o' Birthday's.
Night-'nite.
Bought pizza. Had a couple beers. Going to sleep.
Bon Nuit. Guten Nacht. Piss off, Wanker! Schlaufenzie Gutt. Hit the rack, Mahogany dreams, etc...
-Doc O'Debaye
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