We all have problems, some of us bigger problems than others. Once I was having a bronchitis episode, but I was trying to impress a girl, and so I dragged my ass to the bar after driving around hacking all day. I had a few whiskeys, and then a few cigarettes, and I was feeling good. Much better, anyway. And I turned to talk to, you know, the girl, very suave-like. You may not be able to imagine it, but please, play along. Then what? My throat closed up, I couldn't breathe, and I fell off the barstool. Laid on the ground, finally got a breath, walked to my car, and drove home.
I tell you this story why? I'm not sure. And I'm not sure what my problem was, but I know there are several problems laid out, right there.
And it's hard for me to think straight, and the Middle East is exploding, and Iraq is still on fire, and that's about that. Happy weekend.
Minutemen - Political Song For Michael Jackson To Sing
Pharoahe Monche - Agent Orange
Amos Milburn - Let Me Go Home, Whiskey
