Hello reader faithfull and assholes alike. Back again, the boss woman is out to the dentist but not before she leaves plops some work on my desk. Booyika. So the other night right before I played some Sorry ass Gheylo with the old school boys, this fucking car alarm would not STFU. So I had to attempt to regulate. My first call to the infamous 311 NYC info line, not 311 from omaha or that nick hex-um guy. But the 311 that you call if you're fingers are too fat and misdial 911. So anyway, I call 311 and it's just like a fucking 911 call you hear on those cop shows and "311, what may I do for you". I tell her that this fucking alarm is going bonkers for 30 minutes straight. She then tells me to stay on the line as she calls 911 and after she's done talking to the 911 operator for me to speak up. I do as told and then 911 girl goes, "911, what is your emergency?" WTF, This is no emergency I just want that fucking alarm to STFU. So I give 911 girl all the details and she asks for my phone number and name, I reluctantly give it to her and hang up. I feel good about my complaining, Sheep says I have turned into an old man. Well funboys look into my eyes and see the wrinkles, the wrinkles of an old not so wise man.
Was watching Saw 2 last night, this isnt so much as a spoiler but something was being said that I think is something important to observe in life. Would you like to know the exact moment that you die? It's ironic that most people would love to know this fact just so that they could get started on all the things that they wanted to do in life, but what is the #1 rule in the universe? That's right read it and weep: YOU WILL DIE. So nobody knows when their demise may come, without this knowledge humans become lazy, repetitive, procrastinators, slothlike creatures. If the doctors simply said to you that you have 2 more years to live because of a rare Disease (not myspace, That's the INTERNET DISEASE) But 2 fucking years to live because you touched something last time you were on vacation you werent supposed to. How much of your life would change the next day? I've said this before, and I'll say it again.
"This is your life and it is ending one minute at a time"
Rofls, the thoughts above have been processed because of movies. I hate movies, but if you took a look at my massif collection you would think otherwise. Knicks game tonight, Sushi Tomorrow Night, Madison Square Garden friday night, Maybe Snowboarding on Saturday, and Mother's Home cooking on Sunday. Packed week for this old man. But I still don't know when I am gonna die.
Football in Central Park. 50 degree weather in January still aint no Summer.