The musings of a madman...

      The cooler it gets outside, the fewer times a week I have to leave my house.  These things are proportional...  I will be back outdoors sometime around March.  At this point, I am up to "put on pants"-level going outside about three times a week...  Four if I am doing the Band Booster Dad thing.  Being stuck-but-not-stuck in the house reveals to me the fact that I am back on actually answering unknown numbers again, as we have discussed at length once in the past. [ Phlip note : Wife Person™ saw me actually do that shit week before last! ]     I guess I can refrain from making this lead-in any longer than it needs to be and g'head and just say it . My phone rang... Me: "Hello?" Caller: "I heard you battled Smoak ." Me: "Ex--...  excuse me?  Whodis?" Caller: "Jericcho--..." Me:  " JIGGABOO JACKSON!!! " Jericho:  "I'm trying to put that behind me, man." Me:  "Everything on the internet is forever ho...

       I don’t like going out in public… It isn’t so much that I am antisocial – well I kinda am, but I fuck with who I fuck with and that makes a huge difference – but I have also done an absolute lifetime's worth of fuckshit in the community as the two of you have read in these pages in just the past two years. One of my greatest fears is that I will be out with Wife Person™ and or my little one and something that they don’t know I have done comes face-to-face with me. Don’t tell THEM that, but that is partially why I am so reluctant to go out and be places.      … so I am in The Walmarks a couple of weeks ago, minding my own business, collecting things for the Superbowl party and I hear someone in the distance calling apparently for me… Voice: “S’cuse me. Aye man! AYE!!!” Me: “You talking to me?” Him: “Yeah, yeah man… Don’t I know you from somewhere?” Me: “I’on think I know you bro.” Him: “Yeah, ain’t yo name like–… Somethin’ weird, like Fa...