While I'm on the Subject

Em through Eff i get up around 5:15 in the a.m. and if i'm lucky i get to bed before midnight, weekends the boyos might let me sleep unitl 7a.m. if i'm incredibly lucky and i won't even mention what time i go to bed then, in between i get alot of shit done, alot of un-rockstar like shit, like laundry and dishes and baths and sweeping and unloading trucks and moving furniture and the occasional bout with the typer, you see i'm a bad motherfucker and that's not in the fictional sense either or maybe i used to be but that side is always bubbling just under the surface and really don't worry about it, most people didn't aspire to be the things i was and nor should they it's just that at the time i was young and invincible and sometimes i like to think i still am though now i know i'm not, the boyos have made me understand perfectly the limits of my mortality, and don't feel bad you if ain't as bad as me, you know sometimes a  motherfucker just got a gloat a bit, you know  get a chuckle at how i've never been told to write books or go back to journalism school, fuck all that shit, you, me and my mother know i don't need it and it ain't gonna happen so why waste the time, breath or paper? and what is all this about you ask? dunno but i'm getting to it...

See a long time ago i had this car, it was a Chevy Geo i bought for 400 bucks and my damn near 6'5 frame barely even fit in the thing, it was a stick shift that i learned to drive in roughly a half hour before i hit the streets and through my rise up to the ladder to become King of North Oakland it's what i drove, even when i could have been driving a BMW740 and plunked down the fucking cash for it to boot, but flash gets you noticed and there is a reason some guys can walk around and you never know that they're running half the grass in the city, see one day on the way home from the connections i pulled up to a red light and low and behold there next to me was a police cruiser with a narc dog in the back going absolutely ape shit, of course the good officers looked at me and the car and went back to discussing what they were going to have for lunch, not realizing or maybe caring that the car next to them had 40 or so pounds of excellent cheeba sitting in it's trunk, when the burgh's finest did glance my way i calmly looked back and smiled ever so slightly and then the light changed and i got my arrow and went left and they went straight not realizing what might have been the biggest bust of their careers had just drove by while Rover was going ape shit, of course they needed to nab me then cuz the shit would be gone in a day or two and i'd be heading back to the connection but that's a fable for another time...

So yes, i've lived it, hard and fast, and since about the only things i've ever been good at are drinking, drugging, wheeling and fucking (not necessarily in that order either) the first two by my own admission, the last two i can provide references if you like, when i heard this song i was kinda like, shit man, this guy sorta wrote the story of my life or maybe the philosophy of it or maybe i just like it the fucking thing cuz it reminds me of where i was and where i be going these days, so pay attention to the words, you know i've always been a word guy but i'll just say that the music is pretty fucking good too, if anyone was paying attention (not that i expect anyone to) this if off my favorite album from last year, who knew fucking Jersey would kick out the punk rock or at least the spirit of punk rock, so au revoir, bon soir and all that other shit...