Hope is Dead, and I can prove it.

hope is dead, the way it ought to be. 

Lazy/poor man's pizza

or don't-know-any-recipes-nor-have-the-time man pizza? 

with a side of drumstick

"Hello) My name is Olga. I live in Moscow.

I found out your page on the Internet and I was curious about you.
Tell me, please, what are you doing now and how do you spend your life in general?
In fact, you're interesting to me as a personality, and I want to communicate with you in the future."

Hi Olga,
Generally, I spend my life quietly, but there are loud moments.  Right now things are quiet, I work and wait for the weekends. I think you are wrong Olga, except for the period of time between 2007 and 2009, I was never an interesting personality.

Oh, Olga, how i wish you were real and really think i'm interesting and not just after my social security number and birth date.

Ma, Pa, sit down now. 

I got tell you,

what I want to do now,

is sing them blues. 

my youtube blues journey: 

solo at 3:25 to 4:30 lead to this, which lead to this, that circled back to this, with a quick stop here and then here, grabbed some chicken and corn at this pit stop, left turn, another left then my journey really began and ended here...just going to sit and rest my bones here for a while.



but alas:

There was a man with tongue of wood
Who essayed to sing,
And in truth it was lamentable.
But there was one who heard
The clip-clapper of this tongue of wood
And knew what the man
Wished to sing,
And with that the singer was content.

Dinner and a show

dinner and  a punk rock show on a Sunday night.

Man, I miss college.

Man, college students will take anything you hand them.  

Hope you are happy now.