Life in the middle, not so fast lane,but faster than the slow lane on the right hand side
You know what I hate? Of course you do. I hate guys that kill whole families and then take the surviving children and abuse them. I hate the terrorists that murdered the innocent people in London. I hate Uncles that abuse their nephews. I hate sand traps that are too hard to allow your club under the ball.
You know what I like? I like pissing off hoosiers. Another angry southern Indiana type left an anonymous comment on my last blog. They called me a loser. Thats like the pot calling the Hershey's chocolate. If you're keeping track I've been called a "little Piss ant" and a "loser" in the last 30 days. In the spirit of southern Indiana I shall respond in the most creative way a Loogooteeite can...."Oh yea...well suck shit!" Actually that expression was created by a drummer from Bloomington, Indiana. We played in a band together and he invented that fantastic insult after we performed at the Eagles gymnasium in Loogootee. It has stayed with me as the most disgusting thing one person can tell another person to do. Of course it makes no sense in a very real way, but is still a stunning retort.
Yes, I am a total loser and my songwriting does suck, and that is why I have a blog and not my own compound in Bloomington, Indiana where John Mellencamp lives. My son encouraged me to make a blog, he reads every one, and never fails to make a pleasant comment about each and every one. That is what I need, blind and loving support. My daughter can't wait for me to write and continually warms my heart with her comments about each one. They don't consider me a loser, not openly anyway, and when they say nice things about daddy I forget for a while that I can't see the important lessons I was given by my perverted 3 eyed school teachers at Yellow Hammer High School.
The most important thing I've learned in the last few days is there is actually a living human being walking around out there with the name Louis Tooth. I was told this by a person I met in Chicago claiming this man did, in fact, exist. There was even a story of how his parents were mentally abusive and he leads a very sad life. I feel a little sorrow for this poor soul and yet can't help but pee in my pants laughing every time I say his name. Louis Tooth.
What were we talking about? Who cares? It's a blog for godsake. Lighten up!XXXXXI
You know what I like? I like pissing off hoosiers. Another angry southern Indiana type left an anonymous comment on my last blog. They called me a loser. Thats like the pot calling the Hershey's chocolate. If you're keeping track I've been called a "little Piss ant" and a "loser" in the last 30 days. In the spirit of southern Indiana I shall respond in the most creative way a Loogooteeite can...."Oh yea...well suck shit!" Actually that expression was created by a drummer from Bloomington, Indiana. We played in a band together and he invented that fantastic insult after we performed at the Eagles gymnasium in Loogootee. It has stayed with me as the most disgusting thing one person can tell another person to do. Of course it makes no sense in a very real way, but is still a stunning retort.
Yes, I am a total loser and my songwriting does suck, and that is why I have a blog and not my own compound in Bloomington, Indiana where John Mellencamp lives. My son encouraged me to make a blog, he reads every one, and never fails to make a pleasant comment about each and every one. That is what I need, blind and loving support. My daughter can't wait for me to write and continually warms my heart with her comments about each one. They don't consider me a loser, not openly anyway, and when they say nice things about daddy I forget for a while that I can't see the important lessons I was given by my perverted 3 eyed school teachers at Yellow Hammer High School.
The most important thing I've learned in the last few days is there is actually a living human being walking around out there with the name Louis Tooth. I was told this by a person I met in Chicago claiming this man did, in fact, exist. There was even a story of how his parents were mentally abusive and he leads a very sad life. I feel a little sorrow for this poor soul and yet can't help but pee in my pants laughing every time I say his name. Louis Tooth.
What were we talking about? Who cares? It's a blog for godsake. Lighten up!XXXXXI
