This is a test post to get my blog looking right. We’ve got dumb dark escapades in spades, and when we roll
deep
we party till all the other kids leave. I promise I’m
aware it’s not rational, but I’m telling you,
it’s relative.
Tell me a story and I’ll up you by one. I’ve spent enough
days listening to rants and raves I could write a one man play and have it put
on stage.
You want to hear a funny story?
Way back I was hanging with some veterans in Colorado, I
never thought to play bar games at a VFW but hell how should I know?
In Nam’ a few of these kooks came up with a slammer, so
they took apart their jeeps
with a few crowbars and hammers. They tied together
engines with shoelaces and silly string,
they got a wheel spinning till’ you couldn’t even see the
thing.
It blew apart in a mass like a washing machine gone
haywire, when all was said and done we
started pickin’ up pieces and putting out fires.
I asked them why they did it, this one at the bar he
leans over and he says,
Well buddy, we saw
some shit back then, I’m telling you it wasn’t pretty, but we were young and we
were bored so we ran with relativity. Man can’t build a perfect wheel and
that’s a fucking pity.
