We named the days of the weeks but could think only of seven that we use again and again so the years pile up like an insult to our intelligence. Only seven words to tick away the tragedies? Frankly it’s boring.
I’m bored all over. I can’t bring myself to type away one more time that I’ve been to the dump and the fog rolled through the neighborhood and the lady and I had a quarrel.
Let’s turn the other check and with our eyes looking in a new direction, who do we see?
Doug. Dr. Doogles. Pursuing an acting career simultaneous to a medical career where he puts the wheels back on miscarriages for unwed mothers.
How’s that for living? We met his mailman last week. The rocker. Doug sent along a band flyer the guy stuffed in among the utility bills.
That’s his mailman, both hands on a guitar. The young child to his left left looks much like Jason Boucher, a childhood friend, or a demon imp abducted from hell.
It feels foolish to write about my life anymore. I’m just a business man now. But Doug, he may keep my spirit alive. All of our spirits alive.
Wheels on miscarriages?…..Hmmmm..
Comment by kent — January 27, 2012 @ 4:58 pm
With a name like Ace, you would have to be an Imp. I can’t read teh captions under their but I assume they are each famous from some other bands?
Comment by al — January 28, 2012 @ 9:17 pm
Oh no, it is the instruments/postion they hold in the Band. Kinda would have been funny if they were each holding differnet intruments but in Death Metal Bands there is no place for humor. Or I imagine it that way, All headbanging, mosh pitting, middle finger waving.
Comment by al — January 28, 2012 @ 9:19 pm
Is that my shirt you’re wearing?
Comment by Rolston — January 28, 2012 @ 9:39 pm
What’s funny is that they all have day jobs.
Comment by Rolston — January 28, 2012 @ 9:40 pm