Friday, December 17, 2010
Tis the Season Day 11-Velvet Underground - I´m Waiting For The Man
You know i had big plans to write all kinds of shit tonight but then the boyos were all like "fuck you dad, we gonna raise some hell and jack yo shit up", of course Nick Disaster is sick and shit so he gets a bit of a pass but the I-mac, well he's just pushing buttons and testing limits and god knows that with my genes i'm in for the big payback i'm sure with those two, anyway tonight we get the VU, a band i came to around 1990 or so and a band i've been listening to every since, figured this would be a good selection since it deals with a topic i know quite a bit about, see i've waited for the man, been the man and kept people waiting, been the man and waited for the man all at once, basically any way you could be the man or wait for the man i've been, so i'll either be handing my man some money when he shows or you'll be handing it to me, either way it's all the same, i'm just some dirty white boy in the uptown, which reminds of a funny story about the Billy Goat, an old associate of mine who was often in debt to me and had a place in Uptown, a place i'd go and make him hand me all his money and free stuff in order to pay his bill down and Uptown being a shitty hood it was always an experience, once had what looked like a grandmother motion at her what looked to be 14 yr. old grand-daughter, basically selling her ass, even i was like what the fuck? did that old lady just try to pimp out that kid? i should've called the cops but since i wasn't exactly on the up and up i just drove away shaking my head at how fucked up the hood can be... on one Sunday morning i was walking the I-mac in his stroller when he was a baby and some half ass hoodlum was dry humping a brick wall while his two ponies stood and watched, now i should have crossed the street but for some reason didn't cuz i figured it's 10am on a Sunday morning how fucked up could this guy be, well when i got near him he stopped dry humping the wall and asked if i'd like to rent one of his lady friends, i politely declined and then he asked if i'd like to purchase some rock or shit weed, i again politely declined, walked on and once again was like what the fuck? I'm pushing my kid in a stroller and this moron wants to know if i need some crack and a hooker? does he provide childcare with that? actually that shit wasn't funny it was sick and twisted, gotta love living in the city. .
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i'd be mildly inclined to smack grandma in the head, and pound the living shit out of any man taking her up on the proferred granddaughter.
which is why i shouldn't live in a city. also why i had to stop doing 'clinic escort' for the local women's facility. had i done it regularly? i'd have gone to jail for pounding the snot outta some bible-thumping fucktard harassing women going in for pap smears...
and as a matter of fact, i might have had more than one white russian tonight...
Geez. That is fucking sick. Nice grandma. Damn. Not surprising, though. People are sick.
Velvet Underground makes it a little better.
"i've waited for the man, been the man and kept people waiting, been the man and waited for the man all at once, basically any way you could be the man or wait for the man i've been..."
GOLD!
Daisy- i thought about clinic escort just so i could beat the shit out of the religious right, get them closer to their chosen deity.
Sybil- Remember the song by Fear, I love living in the city?
Gulfboot- you make me blush.
When I'm feeling particularly sorry for myself, I play "After Hours" on repeat and drink too much wine and cry into things.
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