“I was hard on you when you was growin’ up. I did things that made you hate me. Now, you can see why I did. I don’t want no more tears shed for me, ya hear? I’m not gonna be there for you now, you gotta look out for each other…”
Sometimes those who hear the music still think the dancer mad.
Heard one of my best friends growing up died. He accomplished more with no hands than I ever did with two. He played the trombone, practiced karate, programmed computers, recorded music, and was a pretty darn good receiver and tackler whenever we played football. Rest in power, brother.
Dude also introduced me to internet porn. He was a sysop (system operator) of his own BBS (bulletin board system) that he ran off his Commodore Amiga back in the late 80’s/early 90’s. I would go over his house everyday and watch him explore the infancy of the Internet. I remember the first picture took about an entire day to download with a dial-up modem. It was worth it.
Red State was a fucking brilliant movie. Ya still got it, Kevin Smith!
My life seems slightly incomplete without having an hour-long television drama to look forward to watching each week. Never thought I’d say it, but I miss ‘Lost’.
I would have loved to hang out with John McEnroe in his prime. That had it to be pretty awesome.
This had a huge impact over my psyche as a child:
Overrated: College Football
Underrated: High School Football
Rated Correctly: Professional Football
Let it turn into something else. Let it turn into something else.