Random ramblings from an amateur rock-n-roll historian and critic,self-professed bourbon aficionado, blackberry growin', jam makin', sometime tie-die shirt makin', ex hippie wannabe, turned punk rock lovein', blues festival going, middle aged pudgy bald white guy who loves to wear Hawaiian shirts in the summertime and happens to be more Stax than Motown, more Alman Brothers than Skynard, more Stones than Beatles, more NASCAR than Baseball, more freeware than license keys...
Friday, June 29, 2018
I'm saying
it for the last time.
If you're not happy for us?
Don't fucking come.
Stay as far away as possible.
Don't want you there.
Don't want to see you.
Don't want to even think about you.
Don't smile like everything's all good and extend
a handshake when we both know it's not.
Tomorrow ain't the day.
People aint been happy about things for years.
Then they gonna show up and act like everything's okay.
No. No it's not.
They know who they are.
Stay the fuck away with your fake phony
"Oh I'm so happy for the both of you" bull shit.
No youre not.
You never have been.
Stay away from me tomorrow.
I'm not in the mood.
Obviously.
But if you are genuinely happy for us?
Then by all means come and enjoy.
Be glad to see you.
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