boozin it up
me and dan went to a bar in a strip mall in hermitage (the double e was closed) and owned the mother fucker with our pool talent, and our kareeokee skills. i sang whip it and johnny b goode. dan sang the song from ghost, and a couple other that i forgot. theres something about a woman that calls me "sug" (as in sugar without the "ar") that turns me right off. (at least with the hillbily accent. ) i, for some reason envision that scene in that star wars movie with the hole in the ground that has the spikes in it that swallows you and your space ship whole... im not a star wars fanatic so i dont know the nameof the thing... but you get where im going with this... beyond the dive bars in hermitage, my social life is depending too heavily on the invention of binary code. last night after smoking some weed(which i almost never do anymore) i decided the guy on msnbc news was the smartest person alive, and my space is sucking us all dry of human to human communication skills. dulling our wits by giving us too much time to come up with an eloquent or charming answer to a question, creating a buffer that slows us down and lets us make the wrong impressions to other people. and when i think about it, none of the people whos lives i admire did what they did or got where they are/were with the help of bill gates. just the other day i saw people i hadnt seen in a long time, and the ones i had had internet communication with, i had nothing to say to. its a damn shame too because i long to be more involved in there lives (there "real" lives that is) the ones ive had no communication with i had the most to say to, and it was awsome. im drunk and rambling. if youre a cop, i took a taxi home.