i've always looked forward to the day that i'm 60, i'm doing alright financially, and the biggest problem in my life is my gold chain that keeps pulling out my grey chest hair. my bracelet matches my chain, my pinky ring matches my bracelet, and that chest hair i was talking about has grown so wild it even spills out of a crew neck t-shirt. i'll call all women "sweetie" or "sweet tits" and call all men "tiger" or "sport." i'll still drive a cadillac, my convertible still won’t be finished, and i still won’t break the 20mph mark within the ballard city limits. i'll still think i'm on a boat in some shitty alaskan waters and treat everyone including my wife as a deck hand. i'll still think ballard is the best place on earth and i'll still hate the yuppies that moved here bringing nothing more than their corporate paychecks and jetta wagons. my knees, back, and shoulder will prevent me from doing anything active, so i'll have to find adventure in dumb things like gambling or trying to drive my deville home after 17 whiskeys.
but what does this have to do with armed snobbery you ask yourself? well, the time has come for me to put this thing into low gear. although i will still post my remixes and a few epic photos, the days of daily posts and music from my hard drive are over. i've found myself forcing posts because i felt like i owed it to my people. so.......i'm out. we'll be talking soon, just not as regularly.
its been really real,