Please VOTE! I, for one, could do without the next six years of Republican obstructionism, phony hearings regarding censure and impeachment of the President, a complete Government shutdown and total repeal of the healthcare bill. As well as a national surge of hate crimes against gays, Latinos and Blacks, the roll-out of the NEW!! “Iran WAR”!!, and the drape sizing for President Quitter McPalin. On the other hand, Fuck it. If that’s what America wants then let ‘em have it! Both barrels, face first! Let’s really finish the Country off in a blaze of stoopid. Just fucking VOTE! It may be the last time we get to do this.
Here I am at the Gypsy Bar with my friend Mike Drucker. We’re getting ready for the competition. There is an older woman wearing a tiny cowboy hat. Something about that makes me laugh…a lot! Well, this is where funny happens. I’ll post a picture.
Sitting in my underwear, writing, has become something of an unfortunate habit at Casa Del Sheen. With my new found emancipation from “The Man”, I have turned what was once a productive life into a waiting game for “Showtime” to begin. “Showtime” typically takes place between 8 and 10 p.m. so for the rest of the day I try to appear as if I’m busy. Only, there isn’t anyone else around to see it. In fact, I’m so busy that I keep neglecting to put any pants on and instead perform all tasks in my underwear, like my Father and my Fathers Father and all the men that preceded them all the way back to when undergarments were invented. I fear that this behavior can only be followed by a willingness to admit that I’m getting older and that this is what old men do? Well, I guess it’s time to complain about making my own lunch and then enjoy an hour nap with the TV on. Don’t worry though, I’m doing it all in my underwear in order to keep my pants from getting wrinkled or whatever I need to tell myself in order to feel normal.