Saturday, April 17, 2010

get your hands out of your pockets and get your face adjusted

Back from my second really long drive down to Germany this week. Took about 7 hrs to get back from Frankfurt. Nice way to spend your Fri afternoon/evening, especially after doing what we had to do down there. We are "restructuring" certain markets and I had the pleasure of going down and breaking the news. Those conversations suck.

I did manage to blow off some steam however afterwards by heading out and getting completely sloshed. Minibar, Bo Cinq, Jazz place, Paolo's, Burger King, bed.

Good evening.

My enemies, enemy is a friend?

Beautiful day here in Holland. finally a little warm and not just sunny. I was punched in the chest last night by a girl. She walked up to me, asked if my nipple was hard, then rubbed my chest. She then reached around and grabbed my ass, two handed squeeze. So what's your buddy MG do? I slapped her bottom. She then proceeded to punch me in the chest. Not sure why its ok to ask if my nipple is hard, then rub my chest and grab my ass. She said that rubbing and slapping are two different things. She then asked me for a swig of the glass of champagne I had in my hand. I said neither of us could have it and proceeded to pour it on the floor. I think that was a bit of a surprise to both of us. I don't question the move today, I still think it was hilarious, though wasteful of some good champagne and someone else's money. Waste. I'm going to add 5 euros to my shit tax total because of it. Gladly.

Deez Amsterdam nights... they drive me cra-zay.

I need to go to India.

I need to go to a lot of places.

Need or want?

I can't stay much longer Malinda, the sun is getting high. I can't help you with your trouble, if you won't help with mine. I gotta get down to the mines. You keep me up just one more night, I can't sleep here no more. I gotta get down or I can't work there no more. Gotta get down to the Cumberland mines. Make good money, 5 dollars a day.

Screen door slams, Mary's dress waves. Like a vision she dances across the porch as the radio plays.... don't run back inside darlin, you know just what I'm here for..... you ain't a beauty but hey, you're alright.... well now, I'm no hero, that's understood.... hey, what else can we do now.... except roll down the window and let the wind roll back your hair.... oh, oh, come take my hand... oh, oh, oh, thunder road.... well I've got this guitar and I learned how to make it talk.... tonight we'll be free of all the promises we've broken.

There's a moon in my food again.

Go on and give it a chance.

Have an enjoyable day.



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