:: The Blurst of Times ::

:: 4.29.2003 ::

So, Miss Aviril Levaigne (whatever, not sure of the spelling on that) was performing mere blocks from my office tonight. Bad night to have to work late, no respect for the working class those kids have. I'm really out on how I feel about this girl. I mean the elitist in me is saying that she (and "The Corporation") is destroying everything that punk stands for and wants to put a lead pipe through the head of the whole thing. On the other hand, the libertarian in me says that she is a toll, but that is her bag and who am I to bitch about it. I feel a little better about this latter option. However, I do not tolerate 16 year old kids tossing beer bottles at my truck and then flipping me off when I ask just what the fuck they think they are doing. If feel like an old guy sitting on his rocker in the front porch saying "You kids these days, you got no understanding of what it was like in my day. In my day we..." yada yada yada, whatever. Damn, no good kids, I hope they all get the clap.

"I was a young boy who had big plans, now I'm just another shitty old man..."
:: Freddy F. at 2:50 AM [+] ::