modern rock is all about tight shirts, post-production and gelly-gelly hairdos. not that there's anything wrong with a little hair grease. breaking benjamin, this shit is not. it might be lo-fi, but it's that dirty surf stylin' oldies and garage... well, punk goodness. try NOT to leave it streaming all day, baby. not only does it have some sweet rare-ified airwaves, but some of the sweetest samples i've heard this side of spencer ackerman's flat. so go ahead... enter the garage.
feelin' nasty, too, 'cause i'm all torn up. got me a couple holes in my hands. a rusty barbell wedged into a tower with some wood and para cord is subbing in for a real pullup bar. which is to say, it is a REAL pullup bar. like the 8x8 timber like down at the farm. skin heals. gets tougher. and so do i. i'm almost 30 and i feel better than i did 10 years ago. like in everything. and i've got scabs and burns. i know why for some, and for others not so much. i almost feel like a man. which is nice, considering i've got an office job. somedays i just wanna be whiling out like lawrence sellin. but i'm not trapped behind the desk. i have a lot to learn, and the freedom to learn it. i don't really like my boss, but who ever does? at least i respect him this time.
and i gots me a nasty mouth now. been learning some sweet street dari, courtesy of a badass interpreter who needs to get himself a visa. and i'm feelin' so breezy in my shalwar kameezy. after ramadan, i'm gonna get the hookup with some sweet duds.
the mail is rollin' in, too. got my sweet new smith glasses. my keyboard is here, so for once i haven't had to re-type a single paragraph due to my gluttonous touchpad. i got a totally unexpected, and totally AWESOME package from my most random friend. and not just random 'cause she's awesomely random, humor-wise. how awesome? just when i'm trying to figure out where i'm gonna keep my benjamins, i get this:
the only bummer is that i got the wrong pipe in the mail. but i think i'm over my cravings for the leaf. i usually end up wanting a little lipper, particularly when i get the 5-to-9, but there are a number of ways to relieve stress. ripping up my hands is a pretty good one, so it's not been too bad. i'm just too lazy to keep smokin' the hookah. and i hate feeling like a cat shit in my mouth every morning after i have a cigar.
so i'm gonna get a straight pipe. i got time. gonna get me some black shalwar kameez. i already brought my fedora. rocking some tight smith glasses. get ready noz, cause i'm gonna be in it to win it come r&r time. i'm a bit banged up but feelin' good. if i keep hitting the iron, running the sprints and takin' the hill, i'm gonna be ready to give kane a run for his money when i get back.
now if only i could skype with my doggie, i'd be a happy man.
- the parents - you're hideous baby -
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