farewell show for their new drummer
“if you ever wanted to see tsar with tony from eve 6, tonight’s the night “
what is there
after lust is what i mean
sitting there on the edge of the bed
big room big mind
its 4am now shes rubbin my back
dont touch me nevermind
i feel only a little bad
bad that i wont fall asleep with her
and now im not really a boy no more
i tucker in kiss her soft cheek let myself out
drive home listening to acdc cuz i am a boy.
the stoplights flash red black red
theres so many people out not just bums
tall men and women outside of bars
i wanna tell em its not worth it
its love inside your belly cant believe how cute she looks
not cant believe how bad she sucks
its love you must want im sure
again ive gone down the wrong path
but when i called her she asked
please wont you come
i think im dumb
and someday my princess will come
skipping and wearing converse
maybe she wont have a string purse
she’ll knock knock on my door
dress like an angel and fuck like a whore
aint gonna screw on maggies floor no more
the twighlights still growing and the streets they are filling
the suns lighting up my shades and the bulb on my ceiling
i wish i could tell you right now
just how im feeling
glad to get laid but love was not made
dont come back here mister
your tab has been paid.
is in town from massachussettes so the first thing i heard when they called me on my private line in chopper one were beer bottles clinking.
then i heard water splashing.
then i heard two girls giggling.
“tony pieeeeeeeeeeeeerce!” they cried out to me. and then laughing. and then some inside jokes.
then “this is motherfuckin kerrrrrie metro [inaudible] representing!”
somewhere between the laughing and splashing i found myself invited to the dodger game.
of course i accepted and i told the team that i would be ending my rounds a little early and at 5pm there the girls were picking me up across the street from the hollywood xbi station and damn did those girls get red.
“is that from drinking or sunning?” i asked.
kerrie was indeed drunk. karisa was just buzzed. but still, i took over the driving. kerrie kept wanted me to feel her leg through her jeans.
i was all, why?
she was all, cuz i want you to feel my sunburn.
still perplexed, i put my hand on her thigh, merely felt blue jean. and they were all, “wicked bad huh?”
karisas boyfriend arrived at the pad right after we had made another beer run. we packed up the cooler and made it to dodger statidum just in time for the 4th inning.
the game was starting early on account of the fireworks spectacular that was planned for after the ballgame.
it was gorgeous out there, and a full house. dodgers giants. jason schmidt vs jose lima. first place versus nearly first place.
we finished off the twelvepack in the parking lot and hiked up to the nosebleeds in the red section but first stopped off at the dodger dog stand.
two dodger dogs, an order of nachos, and a beer please.
twenty dollars even, please.
fuck george bush i whispered.
what does he have to do with this? the refreshment dude whispered.
im not sure, i whispered back.
seventh inning stretch came before i was done with my first dog. we saw bonds hit a homer. we saw shawn green hit a homer.
then we saw eric gagne, the greatest relief pitcher ive ever seen strike out the side to win the game.
and then we saw a firework display so good that this guy behind me said to his girl, good thing we ate those shrooms, huh.
and thats how i spent my thursday night in los angeles.
tonight the ladies invited me to the taping of the jimmy kimmel show.
with special guest adam corrolla.