Bebo Speaks...

Hey man! This is probably bloggage.....bloggable.......only.... Its a use it or lose it. I'm not gonna remember it later. Alot of what comes in......leaves courtesy of a $63.63 check ever twelve weeks to transport away from the Store Ship Enterprise. If you want, use some, post it, what not.....but cite your authority -and move on. Ciao main.

p.s. Monday, a week ago, I dropped my progeny off at a day camp and as I squeezed into the big parking spot I thought I'd left, apparently some dyed blonde parked so close to me that as I squeezed my fat ash into my tiny ride......
I banged my short leg on the console of Rhonda, the FIT. I truly thought I'd broke the Fibula or Tibia. And, I may have. I live with a very high threshold for pain; and self medicate.So, yesterday, my wife took my progeny to the pool for 2 hours; I jammed with my band......Walk Man. I felt every bass drum pound. Each one. And, I fought through the pain.
Because......I'd self medicate. There is a song in there somewhere. But, when I roll over in bed, it hurts too. The past week on the sleep mattress....this wknd in Bhm, on a leakingair mattress....not only was the crack in my leg hurting but the crack in my ash.....this is another story I won't go into (familia). So when I drum, its because I need it. And, it was good. It usually is ........fun. Ciao main. Gonna watch 'Jeauneau' (Can I have a vowel, Pat, you puhtard?). -----