1. Tuesday, August 2, 2016

    remember that time 

    moxiewhen everything was beautiful and you could meet a cute blonde babe at a blogger mixer and

    you could get her number and she let you drive her home in her porche

    but she’d say my place is messy, how about yours

    and you take her to your crib and youd think im the luckiest man in the world

    and you knew she was maybe a republican, but nothing serious because those times were innocent

    and she’d say i’ll have a drink with you but im not sleeping with you and youd wink back and say uh huh

    and youd slip into something more comfortable (sweat pants and a robe) and she’d say why are you lubing up, i said we werent sleeping together

    and youd say oh im 97 years old, this is for my arratica.

    and shed say whats arratica

    youd say i get it whenever a smokin hot babe who i only knew from stage and screen is somehow in my lair but shes gonna wanna be the little spoon

    and because im a gentleman ive just gotta close my eyes and think about pete rose all night.

    remember when there were things about pete rose that you could think about other than him selling his autograph in vegas malls

    wearing a weird Donald Trump hat but instead of lets make america dumb again it says

    hit king

    and soon shes asleep and you think is she drunk? how is she asleep? how does a girl fall asleep in a strange mans bed that quickly

    a strange man fully lubed with his arratica grease on his personage

    christmas lights twinkling, lou reed serenading

    disco ball rotating

    smoke machine