I am a dumbass... seriously... I'm not joking.
About women:
I have given up on women... so much so I actually find myself envious of gay men. They don't have to put up with the shit or heartache... or maybe the grass is greener on the other side. No pun intended.
I have decided to cut my penis off and display it in a jar of dill pickles on the mantle. "Oh... that's what I used to use. Back in my twenty's." This way I can save money and enjoy life without some woman fucking it up with her sexy curves... (gulp) or wonderful perfume... um... or smooth skin. (sigh) Damn it.
About Motorcycles:
I've been on two wheels since I was eight, but for some reason I always seem to find the sand in the middle of a corner, or the yuppie asshole on the phone, or the housewife with a car load of screaming kids, or... maybe I just suck. Nevertheless, like my relationships with women, I'm constantly attracted to them... as if I were suffering from alzheimer’s.
Recently I have developed a seething hatred towards yuppy Harley owners (not Harrley owners... YUPPY Harley owners), Squids, and Choppers. Riding used to be my own little universe, but now the hordes have invaded it and everyone has become a fucking expert. (sigh) Damn it again.
About music:
I love the Blues. Good mood, bad mood, really bad mood, drunk, or sober I always find myself tapping my foot to some beat and the harp echoing in my head. I've been playing the harp longer than I've known what my dick is for, but I'll never get sick of simple, soulful, twelve-bar blues. Coupled with my love of motorcycles it's almost enough to replace the desire for a relationship, but I now that understand what my dick is for... (sigh)
Son House once said: "Young people today take anything and make the blues out of it, say, 'such and such is blues.' No it's not! There ain't but one kind of blues, and that consists between male and female that's in love."
Interesting pictures of mine:
[http://photos.yahoo.com/pauldfelton]
