everything about it was a feeding frenzy of greed
tickets: $60 each, parking $30 a car, beer $18, hot dog $7, margarita $30.
ads everywhere. pitch clock fully enabled so kids KIDS will get lured in somehow
lured in to what? im fucking old and i cant afford a $30 shitty ass marg at the game – hows a kid gonna do it?
kids get paid like $10 an hour if they’re LUCKY – they gotta work 3 hours just to park at the fucking joint?
todays my day off, i shouldnt be groucy
who when the deal was over and i was putting the mics away
he said i forgot to tell you i cut off my brothers dick
was i nervous about going to this guys house before i got there?
yes
i have had a good life.
this blog only tells a fraction of it.
i have had a fantastic, unbelievable, astonishing at times ride
even now i get paid to drive people around this beautiful city
and sometimes i get to write about rock concerts
i make my own hours, get high every night, and write and write and write.
and when someone brings their dog into my car i tell em we have to take a picture
whats yr dogs name
and i almost always forget.
ive got no right to be scared of shit.