I mean everybody here would know exactly what I was talking about!
I'm just gonna go ahead and make a guess that it's a bad thing when you come back from the gym and muscles you didn't use are sore.
There was this movie on earlier with Gene Kelley and Judy Garland that my mom was watching. The little bit of it that I saw took place on a farm. Mom looks at me and says, "I can see you being happy in a place like that. A little farm house outside of everything." Well, yeah. But I would need a couple of things. First of all, I'd need a big freaking huge fence around the entire property, and electrify that sucker! Second, I would need a well. Where else am I going to make wishes? And if I'm going to have this much space, I'll need my 120 watt Peavey JSX back, and I want a 4x12 cab this time, maybe two. I got rid of the thing because I didn't have enough space to really crank it, and if I'm living all alone in some forest somewhere, then I'm gonna make Mother Nature scream for Daddy.
There's a small stack of bottle caps that just kind of lives on my coffee table. There's a trash can just twenty feet from here. I pass it at least eight times a day. How hard would it be to just pick up these bottle caps and throw them in the garbage? Perhaps there's something deeper to this than just my sloth and lack of fastidiousness.
Now that just sounds pretentious.
I really wish I had more friends that were into the same kind of films and stories and comics that I'm into so that I could talk about movies like American Splendor with them. It's a movie about underground comics legend Harvey Pekar who's famous for writing about events in his own life. He was honest, gloomy, and unusual. To be honest, if I'd known about Mr. Pekar before I was eighteen, I would have put down the guitar and tried to make a living copying him. Anyway, go watch American Splendor, and if you don't like, come see me and I'll tell you why you're wrong.
There was this movie on earlier with Gene Kelley and Judy Garland that my mom was watching. The little bit of it that I saw took place on a farm. Mom looks at me and says, "I can see you being happy in a place like that. A little farm house outside of everything." Well, yeah. But I would need a couple of things. First of all, I'd need a big freaking huge fence around the entire property, and electrify that sucker! Second, I would need a well. Where else am I going to make wishes? And if I'm going to have this much space, I'll need my 120 watt Peavey JSX back, and I want a 4x12 cab this time, maybe two. I got rid of the thing because I didn't have enough space to really crank it, and if I'm living all alone in some forest somewhere, then I'm gonna make Mother Nature scream for Daddy.
There's a small stack of bottle caps that just kind of lives on my coffee table. There's a trash can just twenty feet from here. I pass it at least eight times a day. How hard would it be to just pick up these bottle caps and throw them in the garbage? Perhaps there's something deeper to this than just my sloth and lack of fastidiousness.
Now that just sounds pretentious.
I really wish I had more friends that were into the same kind of films and stories and comics that I'm into so that I could talk about movies like American Splendor with them. It's a movie about underground comics legend Harvey Pekar who's famous for writing about events in his own life. He was honest, gloomy, and unusual. To be honest, if I'd known about Mr. Pekar before I was eighteen, I would have put down the guitar and tried to make a living copying him. Anyway, go watch American Splendor, and if you don't like, come see me and I'll tell you why you're wrong.