Hum de dum
People like to play chicken. I am a people. I don't play chicken. Simply because; you can die. Today I was thinking about death. Not in a morbid weird way, but in general. You see; last night I drove drunk. And I've done this before but never had I been as drunk as last night. I swerved and lost control on the freeway. I think. Either that or it was a dream, and the scariest part about that is I don't remember. Not even the slightest. And I will never drink and drive again because of that. Today I started to think about how I miss my Grandma. I haven't seen her since I was seven and it's one of those people that I guess [seven years later] you miss like you haven't seen them in a few weeks and want to check up on them. She's dead. How easily loved ones may slip away. Right before your eyes even. Death is around us all of the time; that's depressing.
On another note; today in downtown [which is funny because every city has a 'downtown'] but anyway; today downtown there was this man in a convertible Mustang. Bumping his music.
He was bumping Usher. [URSHER - luda] You can't bump Usher anymore. Why? Because it's not nineteen ninety eight. That's why black man, turn that Usher off and turn on sime 'Lil Jon, get with it, you have a 2007 mustang and you're going to try to drop it like it's hot with 'My Boo' blaring out your top. Fool.
Also, leading back to the 'chicken' topic, I almost killed those people, because they were too close. Pedestrians Shmedestrians in my book, get in my way; you die, which leads us back to the death conversation.
[crickets]
Just kidding, that has nothing more to lead back to.
Gooddayole'chap.
On another note; today in downtown [which is funny because every city has a 'downtown'] but anyway; today downtown there was this man in a convertible Mustang. Bumping his music.
He was bumping Usher. [URSHER - luda] You can't bump Usher anymore. Why? Because it's not nineteen ninety eight. That's why black man, turn that Usher off and turn on sime 'Lil Jon, get with it, you have a 2007 mustang and you're going to try to drop it like it's hot with 'My Boo' blaring out your top. Fool.
Also, leading back to the 'chicken' topic, I almost killed those people, because they were too close. Pedestrians Shmedestrians in my book, get in my way; you die, which leads us back to the death conversation.
[crickets]
Just kidding, that has nothing more to lead back to.
Gooddayole'chap.