I’m Back
3 December 2008
It has been way too long. Forever it seems. The worst thing that could ever happen to you would be to stop. Breathe in the air of creation and stomp on the voice of dogma. Chew that bone up, buddy! Get a reason to die and do it. Get a reason to live and give it. Go ahead and tell me to stop! I won’t ever. No way. You think I’ll break these lines for anyone? Not Obama, not Jesus, not the talented Tina Fey, not anyone including that way too famous God Almighty of your understanding. Put out your fire. Light your ass up with the sounds of the lines Aerosmith sucked up through dirty straws in a dirty 70s tour bus. Go ahead and dare me to stop. Go ahead and ask me about 7-11. Or Felix’s house. He just went out for another two-year walk, and his kids are wondering where the bread is. His lady Maxine just got into another car, and she still can’t remember what time she’s supposed to meet the case worker. How many ham and cheese sandwiches? I can’t afford that. How many watermelons? Yeah. Right. Just get yourself to the picnic and Uncle Frank will take you home after.
