how 'bout a couple of photographs
to bring some of the readers' blood
to a slow rollin' boil.
Won'ts ya quit makin' up stories...
Ok, ok, enough of that. Here is the post. Getting rid of stuff you have not used in years. YEARS not months like 18 months, or like 22 months more like 22 years!! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph. It's like I can't even get in this room and today's the fucking 2nd of August, 2009. Back in the day, on the Second of August (1992), Florida learned why the fuck we have St. Andrew's cross on our flag. MutherFucker, get the fuck out of Miami and If, IF, your ass lives in Homestead, run mutherfucker, run!!! If you pass Go, don't stop to pickup $200, run, be afraid, be very afraid! 'Andrew, ANDREW, you fucking named me A.N.D.R.E.W???!!! I am a GodDamned Hurricane! and you name me after a GUY, mutherfucker!! A drag queen Hurricane? Yeah Buddy, Here Hold my BEer and Watch This. mutherfuckas. (but i digress)
Here we are in August 2009, dog days, I got up this morning fooled 'round on the blogosphere, cooked a little breakfast, (ate it) took a nap, thought about mowin' the yard, fooled 'round on the blogosphear, thought about mowin' the yard, started to clean a room, felt inspired. Fooled 'round on the blogosphere, thought about mowin' the yard, went back to cleaning up the room, did a load of laundry, fooled around on the blogosphear, read 'bout how catshit can really screw up the laundry, felt good about a clothes dryer in my work room, thought about mowin' the yard, went back to cleaning up the room, EUREKA! i CAN throw stuff away! Damn, why did that take soooo long. Let's begin by shredding the bank statements from 2000, jump back. That was when the world was going to stop dead in it's track 'cause Bill What'sit married to Hillary whosit sold out dated computers to the chinamen. World is gonna stop! the Sky is Fallin' the sKy is fAllin' Mr. Little, hit's agonna fall.
I had a conversation with my Mentor, a man I have immense respect, admiration and love for, about Y2K. We all had them, I said this to him, don't know if he remembers it, went something like this:
On January 1, 2000
The wind's agonna blow,
The rain's agonna fall
and the day's agonna come
the day's agonna go
just like them all.
So here i am 9 (nine) fuckin' years later and no one, nobody calls me the fuckin' prophet i am. Where's the glory, they made money on nothing, yeah money for nothing, yeah punish the monkey, let the organ grinder go. So here i am shredding checks and feeling good. I found a suit i have not worn in 10:
that can go. Oh and this torn shirt, no i can use that for rags, ok here is one that sucks, I never did like it when she gave it to me and lets see now, it's been 8:
ago we stopped talkin'. And this travel bag, yeah buddy lotta good memories in that piece of luggage, let's see now, went to DC, the Carolina's, Michigan, Tennessee, Georgia, Los Angles, had that bag a while. (Hey wake the fuck up!!) you have not used that bag in the past 25: (you know the drill)
Damnation boy,! the bitches are GONE! And, and maybe the smelly ol' bag might be one of the reasons. Yeah, let's give it, and the energy, to the GOODWILL, what a hoot. Some guy might buy it and score big. Back in the day, it was OK.