Friday, July 5, 2013
Ecce Homo
Ah yes kids and here we are again back at the typer except this time i'm drinking, something i usually don't do when i type but hell it's the 5th of July so i'm taking liberties as they say and so last we spoke i had mentioned something about my yearly trip to the doc and how that would go and you see last year i wrote a post about it but them got all self conscious and deleted it and was than chastised and rightly so for the fucking self editor cuz if there's anything i'm not it's a self-editor you know?
Which brings us to this and by the way this is a brilliant fucking song, a theme song of sorts for the Kono, who is often found hanging out in front of vacant stores bearded and be-decked in army surplus, i've said before Patrick Stickles is one of the best young bucks out there spewing lyrics into the ether and even though the shadow of the Boss hangs over him cuz he's from Jersey i never heard the Boss use the kind of language Pat does in his songs and his songs rock a lot fucking harder as well and speak a bit more to this aging punk/ indie kid but i need to swig some PBR so let's pause for a moment...
And so on to the vitals right? i checked in this year at roughly 77 inches tall and 205 lbs, fucking fighting weight, cuz you see a while back i was getting all doughy and shit and i was huffing and puffing chasing the boyos around the park and so i kicked the fucking cigs on the head and took up this working out thing, of course you have to remember that i have an addicts mentality and have often had to walk a fine line between annihilation and well whatever the fucking opposite of that is and so i began to do my thing at the Big World Bank Machine before the local chapter was closed cuz really other than reading books, sleeping and wanking there was nothing else to do, great work if you can get it by the way, and i needed to fill up 8 hours somehow and once i did get the boot i just kept at it, bought a Dopestrong bike for the house cuz i hate leaving and dealing with people, especially people in gyms, and then i got into using these kettle bell things and low and behold i got myself back into pretty damn good shape, probably rivalling when i worked in this HVAC/ plumbing warehouse unloading trucks and stocking shelves, shelves where i'd be 40 feet off the floor on a rocking cherry picker and slinging 75 lb. boxes of metal onto shelves, usually hungover and stoned but hell if it didn't work me into good shape...
And since i am a bit of an addictive personality i can't seem to get out of the routine of my little workouts even when i go so hard at it that i should take a day or two off, needless to say the doc said he had never seen someones good cholesterol increase as much as mine did in a year and told me that i got an A+ and said i was in damn fine condition which of course means that i could drop over dead at any fucking moment which for years wouldn't have bothered me except now i got two things to live for and i'm trying to instill in them the knowledge that it's good to take care of yourself even when you spend a good amount of free time partying like a fucking rock star which a certain someone has a tendency to do, of course now there are certain things i stay away from like say the mountains of blow i used to ingest and the angel dust and i don't really have time for acid anymore and i was never that big a fan of ecstasy anyway but hell that still leaves a few things and i still seem to do alright with them, i've learned to drink more in my house cuz as Hank says one should avoid bars and churches and museums and the former i'm getting better at and the middle i've never had to worry about and the last i still tend to go to cuz i like to let the boyos see shit...
And so behold the fucking man, the stay at home daddio, i spend my time cleaning the house and trimming the hedges and taking care of the boyos, i listen to records and read books, i bop through the supermarket and play in the wave pool at the park, i shoot hoops and kick footballs (soccer balls to us septics), i draw pictures and build with Lego's, i love my sons more than i ever thought i could love anything, i wash clothes and make lunches and i laugh and though i'm still the existential maniac i realize i have more responsibilities these days and it's my job to stick around for the boyos for as long as i can to help them learn and grow and someday be much better men than their daddio ever was... it's the best fucking job i've ever had... now i gotta get another beer...
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4 comments:
Happy summer, Kono.
From one stay-at-home daddio to another, sláinte! :¬)
Typing + drinking is like peanut butter + jelly or Fred Astaire + Ginger Rogers.
There are worse addictions. You know.
That's a pretty nice gig you got there, pal. I'll bet you never imagined.
DofW- and to you as well...
Map- right back at you...
Exile- i don't like to type and drink but at least i'm not as clumsy as when i'm stoned and typing... and there are worse things i guess... as for the gig, best fucking gig ever... and you're right, i'd never have imagined.
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