Monday, November 16, 2009

Rock Over London, Rock On Chicago.

I owe it to you all to let you know, I'm totally not disappeared. Or at least, not totally.

I have some weird anger issues I am working through, but why use my inarticulate ramblings to declare my vexation , when Wesley Willis has already expressed it all so eloquently?

.

Period.

Oh yeah, you probably shouldn't have watched that at work. Or in front of your kids. Or if you wanted to understand words.

I have a fun story about sharing a moment with Wesley Willis. For another day, maybe. R.I.P. Wesley. They don't make 300-pound TAB-drinking schizophrenic rock stars like you anymore.

1 comment:

Rebecca Martin said...

You can't drive anymore?