TJ's Dad

Contrary to what people think who are NOT in the nightclub industry, I don't get dressed for work by just putting on a condom, but... I wound up making six figures a year, doing business with lead-pipe cruelty and mercenary sensibility. Sport sex, no real long-term relationships with anybody, really...one day I became the same old sell-out, exploiting the psychologically damaged and sexually oppressed; wrecking nerves, crushing complete strangers hearing, enticing people to empty their bank accounts, playing the lottery every now and again, saying prayers when I lick stamps, dissecting and making fun of this thing you call culture, trying to convince the world of Tom Waits’ genius, jacking off either literally or metaphorically during bouts of crippling boredom, screaming down the information superhighway at breakneck speeds and then when I felt like it, I sometimes made random phone calls to people just to tell them how fucking stupid they are.Got a big jump on technology, brought it to the masses and then they eliminated me with the wisdom I brought to ‘em.What a bunch of fuckin’ ingrates.What was it like to stand up, bumming people out 4 or 5 nights a week? To insult and enlighten complete and utter nameless faces for a living?Execute dances and stimulate the ears while somebody else stimulated their libido?Then, later you find out your mentor was and is everything you were against?So, tell me now.It was a blur of high tech lights pounding sound systems asinine bartenders smiling waitresses and psychotic dancers with more issues than Sports Illustrated a million and two shots a million and two broken hearts and broken glasses too many sunrises seen without sleep the night before a coupla divorces, enough liquor drank to freak out any career alcoholic had sex so fucking radical even porno stars took notes…became the cornerstone for the latex industry for a while there... enough cigarettes smoked to choke any third world country tempers that ran so high not even the Chinese Army could stop the shitstorm grew an ego and a bank account big enough to fill 3 football stadiums…twice. I was just happy to be working with those type of people.I’ve been around the world three times, I sailed the seven seas, watched a monkey try to fuck a football, seen three worlds fairs and watched a gnat-fucking contest from a Mexican jail cell. I spit further, walk taller, fuck longer, talk louder and jump higher than any of these fucking humps lined up behind me and all who will follow them. And if any of ‘em had done twice the shit for twice as long as I have, they’d still be half the man I am and twice the man your mama was.If you’re male and you’re Christian and living in America, your father is your model for God. And if you never know your father, if your father bails out or dies or is never at home, what do you believe about God? What you end up doing, is you spend your life searching for a father and God. What you have to consider is the possibility that God doesn’t like you. Could be, God hates us. This is not the worst thing that could happen. Getting God’s attention for being bad was better than getting no attention at all. Maybe because God’s hate is better than His indifference. We are God’s middle children with no special place in history and no special attention. Unless we get God’s attention, we have no hope for damnation or redemption. Which is worse, hell or nothing? Only if we’re caught can and punished can we be saved.I would tell you about the things They put me through The pain I've been subjected to But the Lord himself would blush The countless feasts laid at my feet Forbidden fruits for me to eat But I think your pulse would start to rushNow I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoesMorality would frown upon Decency look down upon The scapegoat fate's made of me But I promise now, my judge and jurors My intentions couldn't have been purer My case is easy to seeI'm not looking for a clearer conscience Peace of mind after what I've been through And before we talk of any repentance Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoesNow I'm not looking for absolution Forgiveness for the things I do But before you come to any conclusions Try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoesYou'll stumble in my footsteps Keep the same appointments I kept If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoes If you try walking in my shoes Try walking in my shoesLet me give you a little inside information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift, and then what does He do, I swear for His own amusement, his own private, cosmic gag reel, He sets the rules in opposition. It's the goof of all time. Look but don't touch. Touch, but don't taste. Taste, don't swallow. Ahaha. And while you're jumpin' from one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughin' His sick, fuckin' ass off. He's a tight-ass. He's a sadist. He's an absentee landlord. Worship that? Never. The crux of my existence: