Just to say nothing beats listening to Sublime and getting fucked up. and Alas that is what I doing. I just had a super had day at work. Plus I am emotional distraught. So the beer is flowing freely, why because well, I have no fucking friends I trust, or everywhere I have friends I have to drive, and I have to work tomorrow so I have to come home. So no getting fucked up and riding the motorcycle. My friend Adam was going to go to a strip club tonight and I would love to go but hey I got to fucking work tomorrow. Damn stupid work. There is no way in hell I could work hungover either, I would die really.
Ok so here is my thoughts. I have a friend who is pretty close. A female, no she isn't my sancha, if that is what you are thinking. But anyway she is in my class. Her boyfriend come up and he is this dude who is a "Biker" he is all muscled up and that is cool. But he goes and tells me about all the Harley's he owns, I was like um ok cool whatever, yea neat. I didn't act thrilled why because things don't impress me. I mean I own a Harley and Jaguar, but I will never get rid of my Harley why because it is the nicest thing I have ever owned. The Jag is my wife's and well it is just a car, it didn't cost that much compaired to other cars, and we will own it for over 10 years plus it gets pretty good gas millage. OK next thing when I go to lunch they invited me and I declined because I would rather be by myself than to be with someone I despise, So I ride out and they are getting in the biggest fucking Ford Excursion I have ever seen in my life. I was like wow he likes to burn money to show how macho he is. Plus he was talking about being a teen in the 60's Now I am old but god damn my dad is almost as old as that and I was born in the 60's, so I am old.
The whole thing is I would have been impressed if he would have quoted something from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintance" Even if it was what every one knows about that book, "It isn't about the destination it is about the Journey"
I don't know I guess I just value people with something to say, I don't get impressed by things,
Maybe I am just a weird mother fucker. Or maybe I don't let anything corrupt my values. Hell I don't know but now I have a killer headache. Dehydration from the hot Florida Sun Kicking in. OK I just wanted to thank everyone who read this and my drunken rant. I had to tell someone because well I want to go destroy things.
Oh yea, I am going and seeing The DROPKICK MURPHIES, and The HORROR POPS. FUCK YEA. It is BOOT TIME.
Ok so here is my thoughts. I have a friend who is pretty close. A female, no she isn't my sancha, if that is what you are thinking. But anyway she is in my class. Her boyfriend come up and he is this dude who is a "Biker" he is all muscled up and that is cool. But he goes and tells me about all the Harley's he owns, I was like um ok cool whatever, yea neat. I didn't act thrilled why because things don't impress me. I mean I own a Harley and Jaguar, but I will never get rid of my Harley why because it is the nicest thing I have ever owned. The Jag is my wife's and well it is just a car, it didn't cost that much compaired to other cars, and we will own it for over 10 years plus it gets pretty good gas millage. OK next thing when I go to lunch they invited me and I declined because I would rather be by myself than to be with someone I despise, So I ride out and they are getting in the biggest fucking Ford Excursion I have ever seen in my life. I was like wow he likes to burn money to show how macho he is. Plus he was talking about being a teen in the 60's Now I am old but god damn my dad is almost as old as that and I was born in the 60's, so I am old.
The whole thing is I would have been impressed if he would have quoted something from "Zen and the Art of Motorcycle Maintance" Even if it was what every one knows about that book, "It isn't about the destination it is about the Journey"
I don't know I guess I just value people with something to say, I don't get impressed by things,
Maybe I am just a weird mother fucker. Or maybe I don't let anything corrupt my values. Hell I don't know but now I have a killer headache. Dehydration from the hot Florida Sun Kicking in. OK I just wanted to thank everyone who read this and my drunken rant. I had to tell someone because well I want to go destroy things.
Oh yea, I am going and seeing The DROPKICK MURPHIES, and The HORROR POPS. FUCK YEA. It is BOOT TIME.
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What's Wyoming like? Other than being the last state in the alphabet and having gay cowboys, that is.
i cant work hung over either. i look like death and refuse to talk to anyone.