The Official Hog Blog
Sunday, April 30, 2006
amidst greatness
shrinking away from laughter
the bottle grew heavy in his hand
it was sometime after noon,
yet before the early eve,
that the eyes began to drop/ head nodding off
mind blurring
waiting around to die
-- a song from a long time ago --
ambles through his mind and
a tear slides down his cheek
there are plenty of things
to do in my time
besides wating around to die
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
gas prices are up and my weekly wages stay the same. man, it cost me fitty dollars to fill up my tank, so i think i got to stop driving and start using public transpo. i'm beginning to think i need to go back to school to get a job to be able to buy this fuel. i can learn some new skills. i am in need of updating my skills. i guess being a drummer will get you nowhere in the world these days. i deliver parts to make a living today, but driving a truck for a living feels like going down with a sinking ship. put 'truck driver' on yer resume one time, you'll see how many job offers come along. not many, bub. and deejay? fuggeddaboutit. the only people that hire deejays are folks who dont want to pay the deejays. or the fee they are willing to agree upon is only enough for me to consider scratching my balls and hocking a loogey at their shoes.
damn, my back hurts today.
i could go back to school, get me a mba or some shi-t like that. i could start in on the html. who knows? mebbe i could learn some new skill involving disabandonment issues, start prescribing various under the counter drugs from the local pharmacy. do my eight and hit the gate, drop some ham on the table and feast. i just need to find the right program to get into, apply for some federal aid, maybe i can even have a grant or scholarship or some sh-t like that.
Thursday, April 06, 2006
everyday people looking for their place in the sun
Sun sets later and the rain has quit, young men with their peach fuzz chins and strawberried elbows glide by a window on long-boards, young women with their bobby pinned hair strut by and glance from the side of their eyes with every intention of catching your eyes, old men on the corner beg for sparechange and rearrange their baggy clothes to find no money in pockets that have holes stare absently at the teevee inside the bar that won't let them in, street cars screech and halt to pick up 6 or 7 passengers who fumble with change meant strictly for the fare and they complain about the price hike. The cobbler is still working at the window, tapping against heels and watching the beach bum struggle with an apple and his knapsack, fumbling against losing either as he crosses the street, passing neatly dressed students who are taking a break , having a pint and catching the last few innings of opening day baseball. The radio is loud and classic rock is on. Intrepid bicyclists roll their right pant leg up, light cigarettes and jet into traffic, weaving through traffic, freewheelin' and flippantly flying along the avenue. baby girl held by her poppa adjusts her too-big sunglasses, obviously her mommas, and the sun shines bright on her cherubic face.
