shufflin'

today was the five boro bike tour.

and this is the second year in a row in which I thought that it was time I get it together and take the plunge.

so the bike is sittin downstairs waiting for my dumb ass to get it together.

oh well… go to hell

—the bastard

this may be the worst thing the bastard saw on saturday night

the bastard went to a wedding reception of some good friends who are truly happy together and i wish them all the luck in the world.

i say NONE of this in airquotes as a truly mean it.

it was a nice afternoon affair on the planet of brooklyn and good times were had by all. 

and that's where i should have left it. because i also wanted to see my friends band later that evening. and this is what opened.

sun ra is rolling in his grave. so will less claypool when i leave him face down in a ditch.

—the bastard

you see me rollin'… and you're doing it wrong

the bastard likes himself some chain BBQ every now and again.

and I like to go out the the burbs for it as the only evidence of chain restaurants in the liquid city is subway and dunkin.

so it was out to famous Dave's

Fay…

muss…

Dave's

so I roll into the lot with the fan and there it is.

this hummer.

not the old one, the bulky puffy ugly one that looks like the stay puff marshmallow man of automobiles

with faux gun turrets.

faux…

gun…

turrets…

so I excused myself from the fan for a second because I felt the need to pop off a few shots and to inform us all that somewhere in long island…

someone is driving wrongs…

all kinds of wrongs

—the bastard