halfjack

which came first, the chicken, or my love for it? who can really say?

hi kids. howzit hangin? how're things? hey. cmere. STOP BEING BASTARDS!

yeah that's right. i'm tired of people being jerks. i mean i always am, but right now i'm typing about it, and you're reading it, and that makes it urgent, damnit. anyway. is THE GOLDEN RULE all that confusing? treat others as you wish to be treated? i mean damn. it ain't that difficult. pull your head out of your arses and look alive here. or stop pretending to be nice people. and nice people, stop trying to be jerks. moving on.

st. paddy's day was the bee's knees. me and girlysound hit a punk show in some other town in ohio (there all the same to me really) and had a blast. finally got to meet PunkNiteMike, who is teh shit. the second band was my favorite. the lead singer was fucking oi to the next level. she was totally into me, too. she totally was all in my face throughout her set and she put her boot on my chest and gave it a push. but mostly, she got in my face for the YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT followed by a grin. i mean a lead singer will look around at people during a set, but the YOU KNOW WHAT I'M TALKING ABOUT followed by a grin is the greatest honor an audience member can receive.

too bad i'm taken darlin. too bad.

speaking of being taken, check out the dope chick movin it on the dance floor.

that's her in the wifebeater shakin her money maker to the right of THE MAN IN FOCUS. that's me to the left of him, not looking dope. i know. i'm one of those guys now that everyone looks at like how the hell did he get her? it's cuz she likes my quiche, bitches. eat up your jealosy with a spoon. it was kinda funny, cuz we worth both kicking ass all night, but everyone kept on comin up to us and hitting on her right in front of me and being all like you were kickin ass in the pit, or man isn't that a beautiful view (there was a river next to the club) and i was torn between feeling dissed and lucky. oh well. i was the only one in her bed that night.

i love that i still get that feeling when i look over at her and think holy tap dancing jesus i'm a lucky man.

i'm beginning to grow weary of my job. i get lied to every 5 seconds. it's hard sometimes and i think i need to take what i've learned and put it somewhere where i have a better chance of dealing with people who aren't such cuntcakes.

here's a question. what should i do for a living?

so. i've given you a break. come and share stories/poems/pictures/whatevs of indigo. lets finish this.

and remember. you are the last dragon. you possess the power of the glow.

and finally, for my boo