"The cap'n can't hold HER"
Hey, whaddya know? A funny story I'd like to share. Maybe when I stop drinking every night I'll have some time to do something a little more creative. When I'm up late, like 4 am and whatnot, I work on this little project called NOTORIOUS POPES. Just a big fictional farce on power. It's been on the back burner for awhile. I'd like to turn it into one, 35-40 minute track. We'll see how that shit pans out. Below is a true story. No fiction involved.
So I used to work in small appliance and computer sales at ABC Warehouse in Oregon, OH. We were a bunch of drunk fuck ups. I was like 18 or 19. So we were always fucking around, playing golf on the computer and outside, and downloading music on the internet. One of my co-workers decides it's a great time to become a fucking computer graphics wizard. So he draws the retarted ass stick figure taking a piss using Microsoft Paint. Very cute. Amusing stuff. Let's get back to that gallon of cheap vodka and slamming golf balls of the side of the store. Whatever. Naturally, everything related to me always comes back to haunt me. This knucklehead SAVED that fucking drawing on the computer...and do you wanna know what the file was called....DUSTY HILL NAKED. Usually, not much of a problem. But, naturally, anything with my name on it becomes some kind of Nagasaki detonation. Months down the road we sell this floor model computer to some old lady who lives by herself!!!! She doesn't have much of a sense of humor and decides to call 13 Action News. Since there is virtually no crime in Toledo, these fuckjobs make a huge fucking deal out of this thing. They go an interview the lady, some of her family, my boss at work. They do a shot of the ladies cpu monitor and it reads really huge DUSTY HILL NAKED. I didn't lose my job or anything but I got a bunch of calls from relatives and friends. Real hilarious stuff, right? Dusty Hill Naked....someone call the Moral Majority.
Hysterical. I think so anyway. Everything is some kind of joke in my opinion. Some are good. Some are bad. Living Dying. Loving Hating. Working Laziness. Sex Chastity. It's all a big sketch. Some people take life way too seriously. It's just a ride, right? I think I'm content with where I'm at. I don't need anything else. They can take my Irish ass at anytime and I've only one or two regrets.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Buck 65 "Man Overboard"
MX-80 "Crushed Ice"
Smokey & Miho "Two EPS"
Squirell Bait "Skag Heaven"
Mekons "Fear & Whiskey"
The Rev. Charlie Jackson "God's Got It"
I WON'T BE AROUND TUESDAY THRU FRIDAY. GOING FOR THE BIG HURT IN CLEAR LAKE MICHIGAN. ALL BETS ARE OFF.
Hey, whaddya know? A funny story I'd like to share. Maybe when I stop drinking every night I'll have some time to do something a little more creative. When I'm up late, like 4 am and whatnot, I work on this little project called NOTORIOUS POPES. Just a big fictional farce on power. It's been on the back burner for awhile. I'd like to turn it into one, 35-40 minute track. We'll see how that shit pans out. Below is a true story. No fiction involved.
So I used to work in small appliance and computer sales at ABC Warehouse in Oregon, OH. We were a bunch of drunk fuck ups. I was like 18 or 19. So we were always fucking around, playing golf on the computer and outside, and downloading music on the internet. One of my co-workers decides it's a great time to become a fucking computer graphics wizard. So he draws the retarted ass stick figure taking a piss using Microsoft Paint. Very cute. Amusing stuff. Let's get back to that gallon of cheap vodka and slamming golf balls of the side of the store. Whatever. Naturally, everything related to me always comes back to haunt me. This knucklehead SAVED that fucking drawing on the computer...and do you wanna know what the file was called....DUSTY HILL NAKED. Usually, not much of a problem. But, naturally, anything with my name on it becomes some kind of Nagasaki detonation. Months down the road we sell this floor model computer to some old lady who lives by herself!!!! She doesn't have much of a sense of humor and decides to call 13 Action News. Since there is virtually no crime in Toledo, these fuckjobs make a huge fucking deal out of this thing. They go an interview the lady, some of her family, my boss at work. They do a shot of the ladies cpu monitor and it reads really huge DUSTY HILL NAKED. I didn't lose my job or anything but I got a bunch of calls from relatives and friends. Real hilarious stuff, right? Dusty Hill Naked....someone call the Moral Majority.
Hysterical. I think so anyway. Everything is some kind of joke in my opinion. Some are good. Some are bad. Living Dying. Loving Hating. Working Laziness. Sex Chastity. It's all a big sketch. Some people take life way too seriously. It's just a ride, right? I think I'm content with where I'm at. I don't need anything else. They can take my Irish ass at anytime and I've only one or two regrets.
SOUNDTRACK OF THE DAY
Buck 65 "Man Overboard"
MX-80 "Crushed Ice"
Smokey & Miho "Two EPS"
Squirell Bait "Skag Heaven"
Mekons "Fear & Whiskey"
The Rev. Charlie Jackson "God's Got It"
I WON'T BE AROUND TUESDAY THRU FRIDAY. GOING FOR THE BIG HURT IN CLEAR LAKE MICHIGAN. ALL BETS ARE OFF.
VIEW 5 of 5 COMMENTS
boheme:
let it be known that Evil Knievil used to take a shot of the WT before each jump ...
junecleavage:
Everything IS some kind of joke - agreed. I quite enjoy laughing at it all.