It says something about the condition of ones family unit if the heavy drinking, music collecting recluse is the banner of responsibility and adulthood.Who fell asleep at that fucking awards ceremony?? Most likely the judges passed out on some major Percidan and Jagermeister and just threw the blue ribbon at me so they can head off to candyland or wherever one might go when they're three sheets to the wind. Run on sentences work better for me than most. Haven't taken the advice of my cunt-ass fifth grade teacher yet. LET IT BLURT, baby!
What brings all of this ballyhoo up is an interesting conversation my father had with me the other day. He told me that in the event of his demise, I get everything. The cat's only 45 years young, but I guess it's that Irish melancholy at work again. His quote went something like this:
"You're the only one of my kids who is a fucking adult. You pay your bills, you take of your own business, and you aint always hittin me up for money and shit Everyone else has got their head in their ass and the ex aint gettin' shit"
I guess showing self-reliance pays. That's probably the best thing my ol' man has ever said to me albeit at the expence of the rest of my family. I guess the lesson I'm learnin' as I walk away from this is NEVER HAVE A FAMILY FOR THE HUMAN RACE SHALL SOON COME TO PASS. I'm ridin' this fucker to the wheels fall off. And I don't want any silly baggage to rain on my fucking parade. You'd have to be completely self-absorbed and cruel to bring another life into this rotten fucking world. I don't want to have to look into a pair of precocious eyes and tell the little bugger how this world really works. Only sorry ass suburban Americans in their little fantasy lands yelp on and on about THE MIRACLE OF LIFE. Life isn't a fucking miracle, it's a fucking prison sentence with little moments where you can walk the yard and get some sun. That aint some pessimistic outlook either. We're all on some fucking slave plantation doing someone else's work for them. Until that all changes, I aint subjectin' one of my own to the horror of this modern life. If that aint the right and just thing to do than I wanna know what is.
On a lighter note...I've been recording mix tapes and listening to music all day. I love MINI DISKS. It's the only way to go as far as dubbing music goes. If someone breaks into your car, they'll have no fucking idea what they are. That means the little fuckers will probably leave 'em alone. Plus they're re-recordable and durable. Aint that fucking great??
soundtrack of the day
SONGS
HIA "The Lioness"
I've probably had this one up here more than once, but hey it's a great record.
What brings all of this ballyhoo up is an interesting conversation my father had with me the other day. He told me that in the event of his demise, I get everything. The cat's only 45 years young, but I guess it's that Irish melancholy at work again. His quote went something like this:
"You're the only one of my kids who is a fucking adult. You pay your bills, you take of your own business, and you aint always hittin me up for money and shit Everyone else has got their head in their ass and the ex aint gettin' shit"
I guess showing self-reliance pays. That's probably the best thing my ol' man has ever said to me albeit at the expence of the rest of my family. I guess the lesson I'm learnin' as I walk away from this is NEVER HAVE A FAMILY FOR THE HUMAN RACE SHALL SOON COME TO PASS. I'm ridin' this fucker to the wheels fall off. And I don't want any silly baggage to rain on my fucking parade. You'd have to be completely self-absorbed and cruel to bring another life into this rotten fucking world. I don't want to have to look into a pair of precocious eyes and tell the little bugger how this world really works. Only sorry ass suburban Americans in their little fantasy lands yelp on and on about THE MIRACLE OF LIFE. Life isn't a fucking miracle, it's a fucking prison sentence with little moments where you can walk the yard and get some sun. That aint some pessimistic outlook either. We're all on some fucking slave plantation doing someone else's work for them. Until that all changes, I aint subjectin' one of my own to the horror of this modern life. If that aint the right and just thing to do than I wanna know what is.
On a lighter note...I've been recording mix tapes and listening to music all day. I love MINI DISKS. It's the only way to go as far as dubbing music goes. If someone breaks into your car, they'll have no fucking idea what they are. That means the little fuckers will probably leave 'em alone. Plus they're re-recordable and durable. Aint that fucking great??
soundtrack of the day
SONGS
HIA "The Lioness"
I've probably had this one up here more than once, but hey it's a great record.
ooh well...i'm glad that you're at peace with your decision no matter what other people's opinions might be about it. stick to your guns until or if you change your mind.