It’s times like these that made me wish I had a video camera in my head.
Driving around in Atlanta you’ll quickly realize one thing… traffic here fucking sucks. When traffic sucks as bad as it does here, it’s not hard to find plenty of road rage. I was fortunate enough to witness a mild outbreak of it just the other day.
I-285 is a wretched ring of hate that surrounds Atlanta, as you can see in the map here. At the place where this story takes place it’s a 4 lane highway with a speed limit of 55 mph. Last week while traveling between jobs there was a bit of a slow down due to some road construction.
A Mexican chap in a pickup truck got a little rough on the brake, causing the stocky white fellow behind him (who probably wasn’t paying much attention to what the fuck he was doing) to hit the pickup truck. I must add that they weren’t going over 5 miles per hour.
The Mexican gets out of his truck and looks at his bumper… no big deal, stocky white guy gets out and starts swinging at the other dude! The Mexican guy has absolutely no interest in fighting back so he’s just kind of frantically waving his arms around in the air trying to fend off this very angry bald weight lifter guy.
Fortunately for our Mexican “friend” it isn’t long before a Police van rolls by. At first it didn’t look like he was going to stop, but the white guy threw another punch and they popped the lights on and stopped traffic. Dumbass bald fuck throws ANOTHER punch after the cops are already out of the van with hands on guns. They instruct the dudes to move their vehicles to the side of the road and the show is over.
Vanity plates are for dumbshits. I saw one the very same day as the above story took place… it said COCKFAN. Now I realize this is some stupid college sports bullshit, but seriously, fuckface… you’re driving around with a license plate that says COCKFAN.
My wife and I watched High Fidelity last night (again), and I mentioned how I had made mixed tapes for girlfriends in the past. When her and I got together… well, not many people had the means to actually play cassettes anymore. So, I said I’d make her one, and put it here on my blog. She doesn’t really listen to most of this stuff (voluntarily), but it’s the thought that counts, right?
Here it is. (or at least what side 1 would be… of a 60 minute tape)
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So I spent the holiday at my parents house, most of which was spent talking with my father about music (and playing Rock Band and/or Guitar Hero III with my father). He reminded me of all of the music he used to make me listen to when I was growing up.
At the time I hated all of that shit, but now… well… I kind of appreciate it, at least the fact that it influenced a lot of the stuff I listen to now (even though most of it is 1990’s or earlier). So, I’ve spent the last few days acquiring some of the “dad-rock” that I do actually enjoy listening to.
The Mahavishnu Orchestra, Frank Zappa, Black Sabbath, Led Zeppelin… it’s all so fucking good (assuming you can get past Ozzy’s fucking horrible voice).
I urge you all to channel your inner dad rock, maybe you can build a stronger bond with your father. I know I never really had one, but now I’m starting to really build one and it’s awesome.
I’m sorry for this somewhat positive post.
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You’re not funny, you put your name all over everything, go fucking Tyler Perry’s Suicide yourself you fucking hack.
