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Adored by
Loved by
Bayshore Road) and the Bayshore and arch enemy Kurt Seer outside
Dancing Granny (an older
Sunset Liquors Friday night
Visitors...
Locals!
African-American lady who after my gig. He’s out of the bar
jams out with her Walkman and
does not give one shit what you
think). Well, today I introduce to
business and into the carpentry
business, so if you’re looking for
a handyman, check him out. (I’ve
you… the Bayshore Swerver. The
Bayshore Swerver is a white dude,
got a shed that needs some work.)
Played my first Rusty Nail gig
probably mid-30s, who pedals of the year last Sunday with Jerry
New
his high-handle barred bicycle Kolber. It was gross outside but
Gluten-free into-and-out-of oncoming traffic nice inside. We had a request to
options!
in the world’s dumbest game of
chicken. Meth, not even once.
Also, Villas still leads the
league in grown ass men pedaling
bikes as their default mode
of transportation. It must be the
DUI capital of New Jersey.
I said hello to about five people
at Planet Fitness who shall
remain nameless because, you
play “The Wreck of the Edmund
Fitzgerald” by Gordon Lightfoot.
Or, as I call it, the “American Pie”
of Canadian folk songs about
shipwrecks.
Friendly Stalkers of the Week:
On Sunday we met Mark and Deb
Mangan of Northeast Philly, on
Tuesday we ran into them again
at Exit Zero. I don’t blame them.
know me, I don’t like to embarrass
people, and none of them sing as often as possible? But
Who wouldn’t want to hear me
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recognized me. Granted, seeing they were very nice and contributed
me in natural light and not in
a bar half-drunk on Tito’s can to the tip jar, which seemed
appropriate given Mark’s 57 song
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be a jarring experience. But the requests. (Nice meeting you!)
underlying point here is; I’m back Poor Unsuspecting Fool of
at the gym. One whole week now.
I’ve got 227 days to lose 42 lbs,
or I’ll have to make good on a
promise that no one wants me
to make good on (singing New
Year’s Eve in a thong if I don’t get
under 200).
RIP of the Week To: My
shed. She’d been a crumbling
mess for quite some time now
but the 17-day nor-easter we just
endured was too much to withstand
and her door was literally
blown off, along with part of a
wall. And most of her guts. My
lawnmower blade is going to take
a beating this week…
Which reminds me; last week
I picked up a Kobalt battery-powered
hedge clipper to go along
with my Kobalt lawn mower
and weed whacker. You can ask
my son Owen, I had about a
five-minute staring contest with
the chainsaw before leaving with
the clippers. So my chances of
the Week: Some poor soul asked
my Tuesday night wing man,
Charlie “Cosmic Charlie” Wigo if
he knew any Pink Floyd. Charlie
scoffed, played 45 minutes of
Pink Floyd songs, put his lips on
the mic and answered, “Yes.”
I watched the first season of
Kevin Can Fxck Himself on AMC
(we’re paying for the AMC app
for as long as it takes Better Call
Saul to wrap up, which is going
on a break after its mid-season
finale next week and, pardon my
rant, but when did mid-season
finales even become a thing?
I remember the good old days
when a show was on for 22 weeks
and then it wasn’t, now excuse
me while I shake my fist at this
cloud) and it’s pretty good and
uses an idea I’d been trying to sell
for 20 years; the comedy scenes
are filmed like a sitcom, the dramatic
scenes are shot on film. If I
could get one person to listen to
accidentally maiming myself or me one time I could make a lot
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losing a limb with a chainsaw of money.
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’Til next week, don’t get
Ran into my good friend caught in The Undertow.
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