Lot's of strains in ol' Duder's head. I've been livin' hard..on the edge...doin' stuff...crazy stuff, like Chuck E cheeses last night. Fucking insane.
So here's what I've been thinking about besides boobies.
I've been very, very, interested in my NY Jets this training camp hoping that corner back Darrelle Revis will get a contract, come to camp and be around to shut down all the wide receivers this year like he did last. With Revis on the left and Antonio Cromardie on the right and rookie Kyle Wilson playing the nickle, the Jets secondary will be pretty friggin' awesome. I can't wait to see Tom Brady throw picks and take licks. I don't think the Jets are as good as they are pumping themselves up to be because Mark Sanchez still doesn't know what the fuck he's doing but it should be fun to watch the defense kick the shit out of people. The pats will still probably take the division, Jets, if lucky, wild card.
Played a gig the other day at an Irish club in Connecticut, it was fun, we blasted the ears off of some old folks but the kids dug us. The gig was a fundraiser to raise money for a woman whose husband just croaked leaving her with three little kids who were dancing around and having fun. The oldest kid, a girl around 10 years old, kept spinning and dancing around as we played. After the gig she came up to me and said, "You guys were so friggin' awesome, you made me really happy." Seeing an opening, I asked her if she could lend me some beer money being that we were doing the gig for free and it was a cash bar. Actually, the best comment of the day was when we were setting up and the family priest asked everyone to lower their heads and say a prayer. The drummer who is a serious atheist played along. After a solemn prayer espousing eternal life for the guy who died and wishing that God's grace and strength be bestowed upon the family, my drummer leaned over to me and whispered, "What a crock of shit." I had the 2nd best line of the day when we were eating at the buffet, I picked up a slice of turkey and said in the most dickish way possible, "Clearly, this is not boars head."
More facebook woes. I'm seriously thinking of throwing in the towel on that site. My biggest problem is that the people who constantly post shit are the people I most don't want to hear from and my funniest friends, the people who might actually write something funny or interesting never write anything because they're too busy actually living interesting lives. To put it quite bluntly, most of the people who post shit are boring as all fuck, one foot in the grave, sad sacks. Boring, not funny, not interesting, self obsessed, whiners. I can't tell you how many times I've gone on facebook and wanted to just write in all caps, YOU MOTHERFUCKERS ARE BORING ME TO DEATH! Now I'm as self obsessed as the next man if the next man is Oprah but at least I try to write some somewhat funny crap or at least be a tad different which is better than just being completely un-funny, self LOL writing, I went to the gym, my dog is cute, I had a bad day, the weather is bad, gonna go shop for school clothes, my kids baseball team is awesome, etc... it's like they're pod people. That's what these people are, pods like from invasion of the Body snatchers, they might have been interesting at one point in their lives but they got married, had kids gave up and were replaced by these boring fucks that post shit about being betrayed and let down and disappointed. Duh assholes. Marriage, kids, home improvements, commuting, jobs... they are all supposed to suck and have since the dawn of time. Nothing new there. Here's an actual post from a soon to be suicide case I grew up with.
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