Right song wrong version.

Just a tad fucked and when I posted that song for you my brother I was all fucked-up and I should have posted this one,made before it hit the charts or at the least made sure it wasn't the one that cuts out in the middle. Now, this song is for you my brother

He could play that harp

And I'm not quite ready to talk about this shit. He was my friend and I miss him and he died and here's a song for you my brother 'cause you loved the blues and it's cold outside but it feels a little colder now.

And I miss you...

All those things we were going to do and all that fun we would have and No not gonna happen and it's not your fault and I forgive you and I hope you can forgive me, and I miss you but I don't grieve for you 'cause you're with Jesus or where ever you were supposed to go but I grieve  for me, I'm here on Earth and I feel a little cheated but it's not the first time and dam I miss you. Now here is this song I used to like. It might cheer me up a bit.

I miss you more then all the others, this song is for you my brother

and that's all I have to say about that 'cept Mark I miss you more then all the others.

Feelin' a little old

In the grand tradition of "the messenger bar" they were playing this song that featured the first name of one the employees maybe they meant to taunt or flatter I don't know and I started thinking back to when my friends in this kick-ass party band did a rocking cover of that pop song and it hit me she had not even been born yet when they did that song. I'm told one night some dip-shit kept asking for her number and she gave him 867-5309. Good girl.

I like to think I'm a good person but fact is this is who I am and this is what I am

I walk with death, I'm ready to kill I can't leave the house unarmed and that's okay 'cause I'm taking all that fuck-upedness and I'm using it for good, no really, yeah that's it take the negative and turn it to the greater good, No that's a tad silly but here in this place we live there are some really crazy fucks and sometimes you have to get in to their heads and crawl around for a bit, make them think you're just as fucked up, sometime you get stuck in that crazy space, try to write about it and leave a half-finished thought on your blog for three hours, draft isn't just a word about beer, dam it! A to the L to the A to the S to the  motherfuckin' K.