I ain’t got as many teeth as I used ta have. I’m gonna get me some new ones though. My daddy died a bit ago, an’ he didn’ leave me much, but he tole me to get me a couple a my teeth back with what he lef’ me. I’ma get me a couple.
Me, if I was alive in 2014, and people was so weird as to write little stories on a computer an’ such, I’d be plum outta ideas tonight to write ’em a story. So I’d tell ’em what my daddy tole me back in ’73 in Miss-sip, he tole me, “Billy Ed, you as white as a busted-up sack a flour layin’ in the road, but you ain’t no better ‘n anyone else. You ‘member that. Listen to this black fellah here, this Stevie Wonder dude. I love you boy, but, you tell me boy, you done something like that yet, you an’ them boys just a partyin’ all day an’ all night, bangin’ an’ screechin’ on them guitars and drums like a bunch a drunk-ass Bigfoots or somethin’? You do something like this ‘Livin’ for the City’, an’ we’ll talk about you being half the man this Wonder is.”
(Here, I’ll put the damn link up as well as the giant thumbnail so someone under 40, or anyone who maybe doesn’t know how good Stevie Wonder was at the pinnacle of his career, can click on one or the other, and YouTube can shut up):
Well, it’s either try to sound like an ignorant trailer trash from the South, or make up my own poem about Viagra. That’s right, I got some spam comment the other day that looked like a poem or song lyric, in French, trying to sell me Viagra. I wouldn’t mind a French woman, but I don’t want French Viagra poems.
I’m as dry of blog ideas as a busted sack of flour laying in the middle of an Arizona road in August. But I am glad I got my bathrooms cleaned for the time being, and it’s Friday tomorrow. I don’t care for cleaning bathrooms at all, but I immensely enjoy being, for the time being, done with cleaning the bathroom. Otherwise it’s the same old sameness of this cold, cold winter and this boring old life. At least in this internet age we can summon up any song we can think of and listen to it and watch a video of it, to help break the cabin fever a little. Let’s see, someone mentioned Stevie Wonder, so we should hear “Village Ghetto Land” (yeah they blocked the embedding of it, so here):
Tomorrow’s Friday for some of us, so that’s cool. Thanks for listening.