Tuesday, August 25, 2009


Carlin, Augie March, and a bluesman -

The "Things That
Are Beloved by Liberal Middle-Aged White Men" post.

There are nights when the wolves are silent and only the moon howls.

George Carlin.

Everybody needs his memories.
They keep the wolf of insignificance from the door.

Saul Bellow.

Smokestack lightning
shinin', just like gold.
Don't ya hear me cryin'?
whoo hoo, ooh...

Howlin' Wolf.

If your game does not wreckonize this particular game (video above), our love affair is just not meant to be and my clothing will remain on for the duration of our relationship. We can still hang out sometimes, but my ways and lifestyle will be too exotic and foreign for you. It'll be like that scene from Training Day where Dre and Jake Hoyt first meet.

"You a long way from Starbucks, homie."


No comments: