Latino Gypsies Rockin' Roll & The 21st century High School Diploma
A couple of nights ago my brother's bike and back pack were stolen out of the back seat of my car. The fuckers broke out the small back window. Those are the most costly. He's paying.
Dumb fucker deserved it, he shouldn't have parked on the street with all that shit in the car. This city is crawling with Suburbans, El Caminos, and Crown Victorias that would have stopped and done the same.
Sucks. Now my car's at the shop. We've been driving around pawn shops trying to find his bike. As we were driving around he kept yelling, "you stole my bike", at illegal pedestrians.
The cops were really out in force today looking for cars with expired tags. Operation police state has commenced. Really must've seen 20 cop cars today.
I picked up my glasses today so that I won't be totally fucked if I get pulled over. I'd been without for a year maybe. Since December they can suspend your license for a year if you're caught without required corrective lenses. Those fuckers at the Optomitrist's office keep their cheap frames in a drawer and try to sell Claibourne for men, and CK frames. I found frames I liked then asked if they had similar cheap frames sure enough they were hiding in a little drawer. $69 instead of $150. That sweet old lady is a rip-off artist. Fucking disarming grandmas will rob you blind, as if it weren't bad enough that they'll keep living for another 20 years, sucking all the money out of Social Security. The last five being most expensive as they hang on by a respirator. Until then they use their shaky voices, unnatural hair dyes, and wrinkly fake smiles to con you into buying crap you don't need over the phone, distracting you as they short change you at the grocery store, and hide the most inexpensive glasses frames in a little drawer so that you'll feel just like them. Dead inside.
So I'm now a graduate with a useless Univerity of Houston degree. UofH affectionately known as Uhhh? I figure it's slightly better than a UofH Downtown degree (not so affectionately called DUH), which is only good for lamination punching holes in and making a necklace out of so that people feel bad for you and your wages in your career as a pan handler are bolstered significantly. MY degree says, "I deserve to be a waiter, no more of this bus boy shit".
Sam and I jammed last night. Good business. I had fun and things came together well, including a brand spankin' new metal song. He didn't like my 12 chord song that was rather repetitive. I was hoping for and Indie Anagoddadavida. Pooters. I need to by one of those recorder/ CD burners, so I can hammer things out and then play the recording instead of introducing songs with my lack of guitar skill and make crapped out noise. "This is my new hit song" *strum strum strum discordant boring noise*. "...Ummm I swear it sounds better in my head".
I should call the old lady. She has food and a big screen TV. Who knows I may even bang her if I remember to bring my wet suit and feel like I can withstand the old lady love gusher. "It's not piss. It's cum". Yeah right. Like trying to plug Old Faithful.
Speaking of being faithful I told her I went to Star Wars with a friend on Friday, when I was actually going to some singles night with a friend. She asked me how this movie I haven't seen was, I quoted my friend who'd actually seen it, "It was a flying clump of monkey dung. It was the best one".
Dumb fucker deserved it, he shouldn't have parked on the street with all that shit in the car. This city is crawling with Suburbans, El Caminos, and Crown Victorias that would have stopped and done the same.
Sucks. Now my car's at the shop. We've been driving around pawn shops trying to find his bike. As we were driving around he kept yelling, "you stole my bike", at illegal pedestrians.
The cops were really out in force today looking for cars with expired tags. Operation police state has commenced. Really must've seen 20 cop cars today.
I picked up my glasses today so that I won't be totally fucked if I get pulled over. I'd been without for a year maybe. Since December they can suspend your license for a year if you're caught without required corrective lenses. Those fuckers at the Optomitrist's office keep their cheap frames in a drawer and try to sell Claibourne for men, and CK frames. I found frames I liked then asked if they had similar cheap frames sure enough they were hiding in a little drawer. $69 instead of $150. That sweet old lady is a rip-off artist. Fucking disarming grandmas will rob you blind, as if it weren't bad enough that they'll keep living for another 20 years, sucking all the money out of Social Security. The last five being most expensive as they hang on by a respirator. Until then they use their shaky voices, unnatural hair dyes, and wrinkly fake smiles to con you into buying crap you don't need over the phone, distracting you as they short change you at the grocery store, and hide the most inexpensive glasses frames in a little drawer so that you'll feel just like them. Dead inside.
So I'm now a graduate with a useless Univerity of Houston degree. UofH affectionately known as Uhhh? I figure it's slightly better than a UofH Downtown degree (not so affectionately called DUH), which is only good for lamination punching holes in and making a necklace out of so that people feel bad for you and your wages in your career as a pan handler are bolstered significantly. MY degree says, "I deserve to be a waiter, no more of this bus boy shit".
Sam and I jammed last night. Good business. I had fun and things came together well, including a brand spankin' new metal song. He didn't like my 12 chord song that was rather repetitive. I was hoping for and Indie Anagoddadavida. Pooters. I need to by one of those recorder/ CD burners, so I can hammer things out and then play the recording instead of introducing songs with my lack of guitar skill and make crapped out noise. "This is my new hit song" *strum strum strum discordant boring noise*. "...Ummm I swear it sounds better in my head".
I should call the old lady. She has food and a big screen TV. Who knows I may even bang her if I remember to bring my wet suit and feel like I can withstand the old lady love gusher. "It's not piss. It's cum". Yeah right. Like trying to plug Old Faithful.
Speaking of being faithful I told her I went to Star Wars with a friend on Friday, when I was actually going to some singles night with a friend. She asked me how this movie I haven't seen was, I quoted my friend who'd actually seen it, "It was a flying clump of monkey dung. It was the best one".