Allow me to introduce myself, I am an uneducated oaf with a complete lack or command of nuance or anything resembling "edumacation," and I am finally fed-up.
I could be a voter. I'm an Americun. Frequently inebrieated, always hoping that things will get better, either working my ass off or trying to find a gig so's that I have the opportunity to work my ass off and I still don't vote.
I watch alot of TV. I have cable, 'cause satelite doesn't work for me and besides.. I've always had cable. I watch the history channel when there's not a decent game on. My buddies at work think I'm the smart guy. They don't actually come out and say it but:
When we go to the bar and shoot pool, they know who's boss.
Chad is really good on the shuffleboard table. He's better after three or four beers. He's got some kind of magnetic will thing or something but that's another story. He's taken my money when he was hardly standing and I was stone-cold.
We fix cars. BMW's. You'd be surprised who you meet in Studio City with a broken car. It keeps things interesting. Goddamn Steven Speilburg stopped in our shop in his Mercedes. That was fun. Especially since he was in his maid's Volvo.
All of us don't talk politics much until recently. It's stone-assed unanimous these days that the government has its head up its ass these past few years though..
We walk a mile north to Hollyweird Boulevard, for lunch.
Frank actually knows the mother of a kid that died in this clusterfuck. She works at Universal Studios.
We've decided that this just isn't right and somebody ought to do something about it. Only Frank and me actually voted. I think he did it for the sticker, just for shits and giggles. He voted Yes/no/yes/no/yes and then skipped the propositions. He hates Schwartzennegar but I think its because he watched "Kindergarten Cop."
I kinda liked "Mars Attacks" or was it "Total Recall" or True Lies?
The one where his eyes got all bugged out when he made the oxygen thing happen by pressing the button.
So anyway. We're taking up a game where every time we miss a completley stupid shot at the hole in an oil filter we draw straws.
Whoever wins, gets to represent us afterafter a road trip via United Airlines in order to have us represent our pissed-offed=ned-ness.
Frank won. Frank kicks ass. I trust Frank. He's in it for me.
You may return to your regularly scheduled programming now. Or as soon as I can get my fingers working on the dread keyboard form hell since Jesus hates liberals..