I love this song, love this band. Listened to it so much when it came out, my little daughter in her car seat would sing a long. The Mighty Mighty Bosstones will always be a favorite.
I’d like to wax philosophical, but first I’m gonna dump the day. Was a good monday.
Left for work at 3:30 so I could go do some server work. I’d slept on my arm, so when my phone alarm went off I was pushing dead fingers into a touch tone phone. I’m glad my wife was asleep, because I looked like a retard. Hell, I felt like a retard. I’m sure I was drooling too. Gonna find a simpler alarm app for my phone methinks, or I need to sleep on my back or something 🙂
Hit the highway and hit a deer by the lake. In the saturn. I think the saturn looks pretty good still, but that deer is fucked up. Bumped him 10 feet. I live in heber, I’m sure they’ll be more.
Hit work at 4:15. Backed some stuff up, so I could take down the servers. Good precaution. Experience tells me thats the right call. Hey iomega zip drive in 1995? Fuck you, and yet… thank you. Because of bitches like you, I know that backup before you fart or sneeze.
So I ran downstairs to the shop, hit what I thought was the alarm code, and went on my way. When the cops showed up with hands on guns, I knew I’d gotten it wrong. Cops have no sense of humor. maybe they have to be like that, but can’t they tell a tattoo’d bald guy is good people? Maybe my sense of quality people is skewed to most people is flawed by the standards of normal society, but they should read this fucking blog, because society is way off. I gotta think if you’re reading this, The trust distance in my head between you and my wallet or kids is shorter than the phony fuck. The cops believed me (thanks Jenn).
Then I called the IRS. Got some letters, they seemed serious so mrs zip and I called em. Funny how my name wasn’t on those checks ever, yet I’m the only man in the lot who has a plan or a location. We’ll do what we have to do there. My business partner I couldn’t have less respect for. I think he likes being a coward, only he calls it a different name. Funny, they don’t know where he is. I’ll shoulder this too. For all I am, im straight up. I’m proud of that again.
a few shorts:
- Lasted 3 days without facebook. You know how dogs sometimes throw up and then eat their own vomit? Yeah, its kinda like that. Goddamn facebook.
- Wait, theres no more shorts.
I used to have a bike. This song made the mixes, on almost any ride. Saw these guys live.
I can’t ride it anyway, but I miss the bike. I got a few months to muster some money. Found a few roads that a saturn can’t appreciate, but my bike will when I get it.
Sounds like a Monday to top them all,for sure!But you'll do what men of your caliber do,you'll shrug that shit of as you undo the laces of your work boots,you will greet your Mrs,and your girls with a smile and a kiss,and settle into your groove for the evening.Then come Tuesday,bright and early,you'll lace up those boots again and hit the road and make your way back to work to see what kind of shit lays in store.Why,you ask???Well,because that's we do,we say fuck it and we go to work,if for nothing more than to chip away at that bottom line that is cost of our piece of the American Dream.And,nobody else is going to do it for you,that's for damn sure.So because we want it,because they need it,because we owe it to ourselves to have something call our own,we do what needs to be done!Our kids and their kids,well maybe they will appreciate that sort of work ethic,and the rewards that come from it,and maybe they'll even say "my old man,he was a good man".Who knows,just grin and bear it there's still four more working days this week!!Enjoy them Bro!