1. Spend every weekend night for 2 years painting your name on trains.
2. Spend the rest of the week watching trains under a bridge downtown.
3. Turn down every oppurtunity to hang out with girlfriend with some or all of these excuses: "I'm too tired" , "Those people are weird" , "I hate big crowds" , "That band sucks" , "That movie is going to suck" , "I have plans to sit around and drink beer" , "I have plans to sit around, drink beer, and watch football or basketball"
4. Put a Rebel flag on your pickup truck.
5. Listen to Bluegrass, Classic Rock, or Country Music exclusively.
6. Don't do the dishes, ever.
7. Promise to change, and don't.
So I went to nearby Atlanta to spend New Years Eve with Concrete Blonde. I normally don't like hanging out in the "ATL", but couldn't make it to New York as planned. The show was awesome for the first hour or more. We were right up in the front wondering how such a rough looking woman could still hit every note. I mean she was trashed! Masscara running down her face and clothes hanging on for dear life. Then it happened. I knew it was coming....I could sense it. About two minutes before midnight, not having a short song to play, she starts this rant about the war in Iraq. Going on and on about how evil the president is and other typical anti-american garbage that I hadn't paid to listen to. I wish just once I could go to a show and not have to listen to this. I'm sick of it. I have a really good friend who's been in Iraq for almost a year now. He believes in what he's doing and I support him and our president fully. I mean there are people out there who are hellbent on killing Americans and we are either going to fight them over there or fight them over here. I used to consider myself a Libertarian until I researched their thoughts on foreign policy. I think a lot of people in this country are in a state of denial and a good bit of said folks happen to be entertainers. That's right "entertainers", so get off your soap box and entertain me, dammit.
On a lighter note, we had a swell party tonight, and while drinking whiskey on the porch, I managed to talk a guest into putting on an afro wig and streaking around the block. (My porch overlooks a pretty major intersection!) It was brilliant! Everyone cheer on the Tigers tonight and keep it real....
So, I finally made it on to Killoggs. Thanks Josh! To anyone who doesn't know me, I did 10 years in the Rouge. I'm a native of South Louisiana. A real live Cajun.
I currently reside in Birmingham, Alabama, where I go to school, paint on trains, sell hardware at the local mom and pop, drink beer and whiskey, attend bluegrass shows where beer and whiskey are forbidden, listen to natives complain about there "scene", wear LSU stuff to piss of Alabama and Auburn fans, hang out with "real" rednecks, date their girlfriends, and stay awake at night thinking about Louisiana. I'll be moving back soon. Until then, it's Killoggs for breakfast....
