People think I'm interesting. I don't know why.
As if we have a choice.Possibly a five year old version of myself so I could warn him of all to come only to have him not listen because he was to busy riding bikes, pissing outside, and building forts.I have lots of friends on the Punk Rock Retirement Plan, younger versions of them would be cool to meet...mainly so I could laugh and point.
When I realized that the age of Wolfman Jack and the underground broadcasts were over, I set out to find music on my own. The journey has been both blessed and cursed from the start.I am also perplexed at the growing number of so called "AMERICANS" who have gone through life having NEVER heard ANY version of Blue Suede Shoes. That is simply unaccpetable. I have made it my personal mission in life to reverse this trend.
I have not seen a good movie in five years. Hollywood writes on a third grade level. Steven Spielberg stole all of my ideas.
Booo...TV sucks. I own two idiot boxes. I'm renting one to my grandma so she can watch Family Fued and the other one is in a storage unit somewhere that I lost the key for. When all I have to chose from is biased news coverage, reality tv, 14 different ESPN's (one of which thinks poker is a sport), the inaccurate weather channel, and silly medical dramas that bare no semblance to real life...its time to shut the dam thing down forever. The internet will be the next thing I rid my life of....but I need you all first so I'll stay here for now. Disclaimer: I DO occasionally borrow a TV and watch "COPS" in order to boost my self-esteem. Nothing like a few crackwhores getting arrested to make you feel better about your life.
I read anything I can get my hands on. Most of the stuff I read is of no interest to the general population...though some of it should be.
Three legged dogs, turtles on freeways, sway back mules, and Mike Bartrum. Under dogs like me.