Southbound on the 101. Stabbing at the radio dial. NPR, no. Bullshit news station #2, no. Cockrock, no. Metal station, no.
Then I hit the jackpot – a track off Van Halen I. Call me old, call me what you will. Shit was awesome. Those guys kicked ass and lived like drug addled kings. They rolled through town like Vikings. They owned.
Friday is as Friday does, I suppose. Doesn’t mean quite so much when you work through the weekend on the regular. But it’s still the weekend. And that means is OK to open a beer at eleven in the morning. This is America, pardner. What’cha looking at?
Any of you cats out there down with twitter? Shit is twit-tarded. But_still_fun_somehow. You can laugh at me here: twitter.com/BigJonny.
That’s about it, I suppose. No fun pics to share. Because it all pretty much looks like this for me these days.
And that, my friends, is a photo of no life at all.by