These are great days we’re living, bros

………We are jolly green giants, walking the Earth with guns. These people we wasted here today are the finest human beings we will ever know. After we rotate back to the world, we’re gonna miss not having anyone around that’s worth shooting.

You know how I have determined I am getting old? No really. It finally clicked. See to me age is more or less a state of mind. I never was one to sweat or worry about birthdays or dread the big 30 or couch couch 40. Generally speaking I am a firm believer you’re only as old as you feel. I feel good most of the time. I may not be as spry as I was in my early twenties, it may take a little longer to recover from a hang over, but age to me is generally a non-issue. I have dated younger, older no trouble.

Finally it clicked to me. I am getting fucking old. How did all this come about, you may ask? Easy! I found a new favorite restaurant.

Pho Now. Its a Vietnamese food place around the corner from the house. I had read about it online a couple months ago. My brother finally went to it and said the food was good. I pulled in and tried it this past Saturday. Its really good. Imagine Thai food-ish but better.

Anyway I stopped in and ate there this past Saturday. I wanted banh mi which is basically a sandwich made out of French baguette. They were out of bread, so I went with a bowl of basically ramen. However this isn’t like the $.25 cent ramen noodles most of us ate to get through college or the service. This has beef and meatballs, bean sprouts, cilantro, carrots basil and jalapeños. Spicy and flavorful. It was almost like I was back on some street in Siagon, and Charlie was celebrating TET new years by shooting off fireworks down in dog patch. Ok maybe not that part, but it was really good. It was pretty cheap, and it was a mile and a half from the house.

I go home satisfied. I thought about that damn meal all freaking day. It was fresh, flavorful, and I couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was like I had met my soulmate for christ’s sake. Don’t get me wrong I have had and made great food in my life. What was so special about this other then what I have stated above?

Now like three or four days later, I am still thinking about that damn food like its a woman. No really, I am not losing my mind goddamn it. Or maybe I am? Oh shit. I have been debating about going back for more of this food but, and I swear I have been having an internal struggle. “Do I go back so soon? Should a wait a week before I show back up? If I go again so soon will I seem desperate?”

See what I mean? I have gotten so old, I am now treating new restaurant and food find like I have met the next great love of my life. What the hell happened to me? How did this happen? What is next? Thanking god I can still get horizontal, pee standing up and regularly take a good shit?

I don’t like this realization one bit. I love that damn food and restaurant, but how I have somehow replaced the love and excitement for say a beautiful woman for that of a bowl of good gook noodles is troubling.

My only rationalization is that this is what its like to get old.


I refuse to let this happen. I will go cleanse my soul with a good dose of internet pornography tonight. Right after I translate a few Vietnamese words on Google translator and decide what I am ordering for dinner tomorrow night.Phodacbiet

I like girls in overalls. Good looking girls. Not the plowed 10 miles of bad road kind.

Come on Eileen,coveralls
I swear (well he means) At this moment you mean everything,
With you in that dress my thoughts I confess verge on dirty
Ah come on Eileen.

Well it looks like someone has set the way-back machine to 1982 Mr. Peabody. That was thirty years ago! Jesus, when I say it like that its rather painful isn’t it? LOL

I was twelve years old in ’82 and didn’t have a care in the world. J. Geils band was ruling Casey Kasem’s weekly top 40, there was no such thing as CD’s the internet, cell phones, and if you were a true lost soul and about to take the wrong path in life, then your biggest decision was if you were going to sneak a few smokes out by the shop class in middle school just a year or two later.

Mr. Graham taught shop at Dan McCarty Middle School. Shannon Fieldhouse was a good looking girl and she smoked cigarettes in the alley by the shop class with a few of us other reprobates. I have no idea how I just remembered all this from thirty plus years ago, when I cant remember what I ate for lunch last week. Thoughts arrive like butterflies!

Anyway, let me make an honest attempt to get this post on a coherent track.

I like overalls. I don’t have any yet but I am looking for some new ones. I used to wear them when I was 4-5 years old and have recently decided that I am getting some more. Why? Why not? Well that and because I am at the age now that I don’t particularly care what others may think. I think overalls in America are what kilts are to the irish/scottish in the sense that the true overall and kilt aficionados do not wear underwear. A tee-shirt some Levi overalls and you’re good to go in all your free balling goodness. Overalls are what built this great country. Look at pictures from the gold rush, steel workers that built the skyscrapers, Henry Fords assembly lines. Overalls!

Best TV in the world, look overalls.

Almost any girl in overalls? Watch out, get out of my way, I am coming through! Overalls!

Yes, I am on the hunt for some new overalls. Or a girl in overalls. Or maybe a cassette tape of J. Geils Band and Dexys Midnight Runners. Or a smoke out by the old shop class.

Screw it, I’ll just take another coffee.


Have a safe new years and I’ll see you all back here in 2013.

Let ‘er rip, tater chip!

High above the mucky muck….

Castles made of clouds.
There sits wonderboy, sitting oh so proudly.
Nothing much to say when your high above the mucky muck. 

Another TGIF. We survived another week of drudgery at the salt mines. Lets see there was a birthday, a Halloween, a hurricane, some early voting and pie. Not a bad week and ultimately very productive.

Monthly jobs report came out this morning. Oppsie! Guess what went up? Mmmm Hmmm. Unemployment from 7.8 to 7.9% The administration is trying to whitewash this fact by claiming the number of jobs that were added but the fact remains those in the market looking for real work hasnt changed and now shows an increase. Good on you Obama! Wait a second. Can you hear that? Listen closely. Hear it? Its the sound of the last nail in your coffin Mr. President. Anyone know what a U-Haul rental costs from Washington to say Chicago?

I voted yesterday and did my part. Now do yours! I have to be honest though. I’ll be pleasantly surprised if Mitt wins, but I am preparing for the worst. There are a lot of stupid people in this country, and they vote. In a day and age where we select and elect a President on a bunch of bullshit 30 second mud slinging commercials, it takes half a brain and some personal effort to really dig in and research a candidates position and background. When one party fundamentally caters to the majority of the population that are stupid and do not want to do the work to know their representative and candidate then we end up with what we currently have representing us right now.

Restore my faith in my country! Lets change things and get back to work. Lets show our grandparents and great grandparents that we too have the sack to charge into the breach and face any evil. To work any job and aspire to achieve and move up in life. Hopefully Tuesday night we take back the country, clamp off the arterial flow of cash both internally and externally to those who do not earn the support and we show this world why we are the greatest nation on earth once again. Freedom. Freedom to learn, work, achieve, live, and pray. Pretty simple. Thomas Jefferson and John Adams could once again rest in peace.

The weather in Florida has turned pleasantly nice this year. Wish I could say the same for friends and family in the Northeast. Look at it this way though. You guys have Bruce Springsteen and Jon Bon Jovi coming to your rescue. LOL.

Ok Seriously. What happened in NY and NJ this week is heartbreaking. The damage is awful in some areas and will take a great amount of time to recover. There is no doubt in my mind however that Americans will rally and give support. We do not need some douche from Washington or capital hill making promises and engaging in photo opportunities to prove that we take care of our own.

Everyone knows I make no bones about being a republican and my disdain for the current administration and the liberal/socialist agenda. I will tell you though, if you want to see a real politician, a true representative of the people by the people, and what politicians should be about then look no further then Cory Booker the mayor of Newark, NJ. That fat fuck Christie and the imbecile Bloomberg couldn’t wash the underwear of Cory Booker.

Don’t know much about Cory Booker? Look him up. Its easy to find him. Cory Booker is on Twitter. In fact he’s on Twitter right this second responding to tweets from concerned people all over the country who can’t get in touch with loved ones in Jersey. Cory Booker has been personally going and checking on the families. Think I am kidding? He has let people whom have lost homes due to Sandy move into his apartment. Yea, no shit! This is a real example to define public service. He’s not endorsing Presidents, he is not in helicopters flying around. Cory Booker is on the ground breaking his ass helping his actual constituents. Action. Not words.

Tuesday I turned another year older and I’m now forty-two. I don’t feel forty-two but the body however is starting to catch up with me. I mean I am staying in reasonable shape (for me) but it seems like it takes an act of congress to recover from say a good street fight, a fall down a flight of steps, 48 hour drunken stupors with a house full of whores. I used to pull this crap off and call it a Thursday. Now, I have to plan a nap and take a multi vitamin to pull this nonsense off. Honeymoon is over. I better settle down and start looking for a wife.

I am going to meet up with some friends this evening and enjoy this awesome weather. First there is laundry, grass cuttin’ and vacuumin’ to get done. Then the nap.

Have a good weekend and be kind to each other. Remember the difference between a good beating and a permanent unsolved disappearance is plausible deniability. ;-P

Let’er rip, tater chip!