Tales from the ‘bucks.
Day Six
This morning I’m listening to Dave Grohl massacre a cover of Stairway to Heaven. Funniest thing I’ve ever heard, the audience is shouting out the wrong lines. He just gave up and went to the chorus.
The old guy is sitting at his window seat; I got my corner table for once. Which is only because Tuesday seems slow at the ‘bucks.
And it makes me wonder.
It’s a bit sadder now, because I don’t have my morning quick greets with 2/3 of Jowookalle to look forward to. See what honesty gets you, hope you learned a lesson.
To be a rock and not to roll.
I’ve learned a lesson in life a long time ago, know when to hold them, know when to show them. And usually I’ve found out holding them close to your chest is a good good thing.
Other things I’ve learned in my life.
Make sure you take a shit every single day.
Strangers, who are nice to you, want something from you.
You get what you pay for.
When you order a Whopper at Burger King, ask for it off the broiler.
The things that you want once you get are over-rated.
Make sure you wear sunscreen.
Basic things, ones you’ve all heard before, except perhaps the whopper thing. And this isn’t advice, I don’t give advice anymore. My advice to you all is never to give advice.
There was a rule in my house, well more a law, ok, honestly it was more a commandment, handed down on stone tables from my Mother from the time I was born, written by the finger of God and all that rot.
Thou Shalt Not Bug Your Mother Before She’s Had The Holy Coffee.
I inherited road rage, obesity, and of course an addiction to caffeine from my Mother, I was drinking coffee in Junior High. With my undiagnosed sleep apnea, and my nocturnal lifestyle I was popping Vivarin like pez when I was in college. I was like a fourth rate meth addict at one point in my life, going through boxes of those little yellow pills in a week. I am not up to that level, but I still can’t honestly think well before noon unless I’ve had some stimulant, and my four times a week morning sojourns to the ‘bucks are not helping the addiction. Not that I’ve ever had Meth, except for the No-Doz, my drug career consisted of drugs that brought you down, not sped you up. I hated speedy highs.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven
This morning I’m listening to Dave Grohl massacre a cover of Stairway to Heaven. Funniest thing I’ve ever heard, the audience is shouting out the wrong lines. He just gave up and went to the chorus.
The old guy is sitting at his window seat; I got my corner table for once. Which is only because Tuesday seems slow at the ‘bucks.
And it makes me wonder.
It’s a bit sadder now, because I don’t have my morning quick greets with 2/3 of Jowookalle to look forward to. See what honesty gets you, hope you learned a lesson.
To be a rock and not to roll.
I’ve learned a lesson in life a long time ago, know when to hold them, know when to show them. And usually I’ve found out holding them close to your chest is a good good thing.
Other things I’ve learned in my life.
Make sure you take a shit every single day.
Strangers, who are nice to you, want something from you.
You get what you pay for.
When you order a Whopper at Burger King, ask for it off the broiler.
The things that you want once you get are over-rated.
Make sure you wear sunscreen.
Basic things, ones you’ve all heard before, except perhaps the whopper thing. And this isn’t advice, I don’t give advice anymore. My advice to you all is never to give advice.
There was a rule in my house, well more a law, ok, honestly it was more a commandment, handed down on stone tables from my Mother from the time I was born, written by the finger of God and all that rot.
Thou Shalt Not Bug Your Mother Before She’s Had The Holy Coffee.
I inherited road rage, obesity, and of course an addiction to caffeine from my Mother, I was drinking coffee in Junior High. With my undiagnosed sleep apnea, and my nocturnal lifestyle I was popping Vivarin like pez when I was in college. I was like a fourth rate meth addict at one point in my life, going through boxes of those little yellow pills in a week. I am not up to that level, but I still can’t honestly think well before noon unless I’ve had some stimulant, and my four times a week morning sojourns to the ‘bucks are not helping the addiction. Not that I’ve ever had Meth, except for the No-Doz, my drug career consisted of drugs that brought you down, not sped you up. I hated speedy highs.
And she's buying a stairway to heaven