cc_baxter

what is the non-existent gods favorite son doing at home on a saturdaynight? what evil has befallen our hero that he can't drag himself from his work induced lethargy to fight the good fight. to show the east bay just how it ought to rock. to bring the masses a heaping dose of what it needs. to free the downtrodden working stiffs of their shackles of boredom inducing small talk. to lead the mighty charge unto the dance floor of life. to inspire the lifeless curmudgeons to throw off the burden of sobriety and rejoice in the pleasures of bachanalia.

why has this juggernaut of the weekend succombed to this inertia? has he run fresh out dragons to slay and can no longer hear the siren call of damsels under duress from their ineffable, almost virginal, insouciance?

think i'm gonna go watch "Freaky Friday" with the roomies. father help your bestest son to find his way.