Lettuce Pray for My Soul

Yesterday, I felt as though my circulatory system was getting a little uppity and needed to be put in its place. So I tried the new Baconator(TM) at Wendy's. Two beef patties, two slices of cheese and six strips of bacon found their way down my gullet.

I'm no doctor, but I'm pretty sure it's not good to feel tired after eating a sandwich.

Why Fiddle With a Good Thing?

The other night I was at my favorite bar. A band had been playing. They had a mandolin and fiddle, so I'm sure I would have liked them had I gotten there during their set. However, I did not and to kill the silence in the room, I plunked a few quarters in juke box. That's when Mr. Fiddle decides he wants to strum along. What the F? Really?

So now rather than hearing Arrested Development sing Tennessee, I'm hearing Arrested Development sing Tennessee and what sounds like Charlie Daniels having a seizure. Then Mr. Mandolin contributes to what I can only describe as noise pollution. I wouldn't have even been that mad, but they wouldn't even stop for the flute solo in Locomotive Breath.

So thank you band members, for causing my quarters to be wasted.....at least you're not Fergie.

Here's Locomotive Breath live circa 1977.

Anti-gravity of the Situation.

So teardrop tattoos on the cheek under the eye apparently represent that the bearer has killed someone in prison. So I was think about getting an upside down teardrop above my eye, to signify that I've killed someone.....in space.