Beered tonight. The irish rose in rockford. Saw a catfight between two very busty women...I thought I died and gone to fricking heaven. A pleasant weird ass end to a depressing weird ass day. I spent most of it watching the braves get destroyed by the sloppy anger filled cubs...then yelling at my defeatist father. At 79, he's luckier than most...a sad sack who wants to remind me everyday how bad he has it. I'm not a hating...evil person...but I've seen my share of hardship....y father is sick...but he has his mind (sharp as ever) he can still drive...let alone walk...lives on his own...has 3 girlfriends...writes...and he complains about life. Nice. I'm a good son...I'm just a real "speak my mind" man. Ha! Ok...back to the catfight in rockford...these chicks were hot.... Ha! Again...hard to update here from blackberry...me and the bauer head back to atlanta on tuesday...eleven hours of punk rocking... Then I can get back to the old skool skottie phaust posts. Btw...I'm feeling a dry spell....one time in five months is not gonna hold me! Ha! Love you all! (Tattoed mom. Pretty vacant....liz phitts. ...etc! Yum.
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glad to hear your filming your dad. yeah, i realized that none of my relatives would let me film or tape them so i chose to tape them in secret. i hope thats not too bad.
i wonder if people have taped me in secret