"The best thing I ever saw, was a man who loved his wife"
I worked in the men's department tonight. Had to clear out these shelves onto three little tables to make room for more crap. Had to fold tighty whities because people rip them out of their packages and make it impossible to find them again. In the words of Mary (my co-worker), "Disgusting. Animals. All of them. Animals." Lorraine stopped by tonight. She caught me off guard. Not that I was expecting her but I felt I should have been more prepared. She put me in a thinking mood. She always does.
Straight to Cristina's afterwords. Saw Nickolas and Bruno as I was entering, and they were leaving. Tom, Joe, Cristina and I took some interesting pictures. Masterpieces! Only love can permit us to do that.
To the diner, Joe, Tom and I went. Alex and Dance came later. We ate food and were merry. I dropped Tom off. We discussed old games and how "Doom" started everything. Heres something you might not know about me: Once upon a time I had a basketball card collection.
I left Tom's in a driving mood. I used to drive a bit above the speed limit on straight roads and close my eyes. I wanted to do it tonight. Too many curves. I drove past Shop Rite, past Columbus, making a left towards the Town Pool. I went past Westlake, went down Old Kensico, and nearly hit a garbage can and a parked car. Then I drove down where Katherine used to live and drove past my street, down the back roads that lead to two directions: Armonk on the right, or Pleasentville/Mt. Kisco on the left. I took the left. It took me 10 minutes to drive from the end of Nannyhagen, to Pleasentville, to my house. Conclusion? I'm an asshole.
Tomorrow is to be a busy day: Pizza Hut with my boys, Cookies with Nickolas, Borders for Vito and Michael and who knows.
I feel like I never left home. I miss Albany though. I miss Albany people very much as well. It is my goal to give Christmas calls to those whose numbers I have. If you do not get a call on Christmas, I most likely do not have your number. I can't think of any other reason why I wouldn't call. Unless I was trapped under a lamp. Only then, I might not call.
Once upon a time, when I was around 7, everyone but my father would be in the kitchen while my mother made something and sing to The Beatles. We each had our favorite song. Mine was about a biker. We stopped listening to them when we grew older. Every once in awhile I would think of my song and wonder where I could find it. I asked Alex or Tom if they knew my song. Their response: The Beatles don't have a song about Bikers. So I asked my mother, which I should have done in the first place lol. She was like, I remember. That's from Paul McCartney and the Wings. 12 years later I listened to my favorite song last Friday. It was like diving into my childhood listening to that song and the rest of the CD. Here are the lyrics to my FAVORITE Paul McCartney (and the Wings) song:
"There Was A Girl Who Loved A Biker
She Used To Follow Him Across America
But The Biker Didn't Like Her.
She Didn't Care, She Still Persisted
Though Her Brother Said She Was Twisted
And The Family Said They Wouldn't Miss Her
Anyway.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
She Did Her Best To Fix A Meeting
She Pulled It Off One Night In Hollywood
When He Met Her He Couldn't Let Her Get Away.
He Didn't Ask For Her Permission
He Took Advantage Of Her Position
But He Was Always Her Ambition
Anyway.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
The Family Tried So Hard To Find Her
They Showed Her Picture Across America.
But No Trace Of Her Sweet Face
Was Ever Found.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
She Loved her Biker Like an Icon..."
"Peace in the neighborhood, Helping each other out.."
Straight to Cristina's afterwords. Saw Nickolas and Bruno as I was entering, and they were leaving. Tom, Joe, Cristina and I took some interesting pictures. Masterpieces! Only love can permit us to do that.
To the diner, Joe, Tom and I went. Alex and Dance came later. We ate food and were merry. I dropped Tom off. We discussed old games and how "Doom" started everything. Heres something you might not know about me: Once upon a time I had a basketball card collection.
I left Tom's in a driving mood. I used to drive a bit above the speed limit on straight roads and close my eyes. I wanted to do it tonight. Too many curves. I drove past Shop Rite, past Columbus, making a left towards the Town Pool. I went past Westlake, went down Old Kensico, and nearly hit a garbage can and a parked car. Then I drove down where Katherine used to live and drove past my street, down the back roads that lead to two directions: Armonk on the right, or Pleasentville/Mt. Kisco on the left. I took the left. It took me 10 minutes to drive from the end of Nannyhagen, to Pleasentville, to my house. Conclusion? I'm an asshole.
Tomorrow is to be a busy day: Pizza Hut with my boys, Cookies with Nickolas, Borders for Vito and Michael and who knows.
I feel like I never left home. I miss Albany though. I miss Albany people very much as well. It is my goal to give Christmas calls to those whose numbers I have. If you do not get a call on Christmas, I most likely do not have your number. I can't think of any other reason why I wouldn't call. Unless I was trapped under a lamp. Only then, I might not call.
Once upon a time, when I was around 7, everyone but my father would be in the kitchen while my mother made something and sing to The Beatles. We each had our favorite song. Mine was about a biker. We stopped listening to them when we grew older. Every once in awhile I would think of my song and wonder where I could find it. I asked Alex or Tom if they knew my song. Their response: The Beatles don't have a song about Bikers. So I asked my mother, which I should have done in the first place lol. She was like, I remember. That's from Paul McCartney and the Wings. 12 years later I listened to my favorite song last Friday. It was like diving into my childhood listening to that song and the rest of the CD. Here are the lyrics to my FAVORITE Paul McCartney (and the Wings) song:
"There Was A Girl Who Loved A Biker
She Used To Follow Him Across America
But The Biker Didn't Like Her.
She Didn't Care, She Still Persisted
Though Her Brother Said She Was Twisted
And The Family Said They Wouldn't Miss Her
Anyway.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
She Did Her Best To Fix A Meeting
She Pulled It Off One Night In Hollywood
When He Met Her He Couldn't Let Her Get Away.
He Didn't Ask For Her Permission
He Took Advantage Of Her Position
But He Was Always Her Ambition
Anyway.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
The Family Tried So Hard To Find Her
They Showed Her Picture Across America.
But No Trace Of Her Sweet Face
Was Ever Found.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Gazing At His Picture Everyday.
She Loved The Biker Like An Icon
Slowly Watching Precious Water Drip Away.
She Loved her Biker Like an Icon..."
"Peace in the neighborhood, Helping each other out.."