Politics, Sarcasm, Defiance

Three things the Irish perfected. And since I am a hellish little shamrock, what a week it's been for all these things........

I left early Wednesday upon recognizing that drippy scratch known as allergies from all the lovely pollen. Yesterday was spent in bed sneezing, coughing, and basically feeling miserable. Bag O'Rocks is out the door as of today, and that makes me mighty happy. One Gemini down. The other is on vacation.

Weird dreams plague me: Chris Ferrand, my football player, made a lovely foray with me, hand-in-hand, into old Bensonhurst. We walked in the snow and looked at Tolin's Christmas lights, as we loved to do once upon a time. It seems finding my former turd has brought back the people I should have loved from the depths of my subconscious. And guess what? The 5th Avenue festival is this Sunday. Since I know Turd was there last year, perhaps he'll be making an appearance? I'll bet any amount of money it's at one of three places: Bullshots, Wicked Monk, or Peggy O'Neill's. RD, would you like to check that site and get back to me? You know my fishy witchiness is always spot-on, so email or call to tell me how right I am.

It's been 15 years since I've seen the Turd. I believe it was November 1990. My hair was red back then, and I was waaay thinner than I am now. I remember thinking to myself, "He said hello to me. Wow. I feel like ten bucks." (as opposed to a million.)
That law of diminishing returns kicked in and I began to laugh at it all. I can never thank Artie, Barbara, Mary, Michelle, Theresa, Rob, and Nick enough for telling me how the Turd actually ran his personal and band-related business. He also specialized in girlfriend removal for a while. You're his friend? You go away on vacation? Girlfriend gets left behind? Well, the Turd moves in and screws her. Nice guy, huh? I'd love to know if he can still wield that beautiful face of his like a deadly sword. Honestly, I should buy some water balloons. I'll chuck them right at the speakers and electrocute this bastard. What the fucking fuck was I thinking? Ah, young love. Young and Dumb. Those two words almost rhyme.

Chris, may you forgive me. And RD, I'll give you details. I've got such a feeling on this. Please check, because I know I'm right!