Strangely, I miss chili already. I\’ll have to make some more soon.
Went to the bar to be \”of the Monday Night Football\” last night. It seems to be a weekly thing of late. Ben and Andy and I go out to drink beers and talk shit. If there are two thing in this world I like it\’s drinking beer and I bet you thought I was going to say, \”talking shit\”. Well, you\’re right. Andy tried to convince me that Libertarians are somehow different than Republicans. The only thing that separates Republicans and Libertarians is a radio show, and I\’ll tell you why — \”Actually, true conservatives tend to be libertarian on economic issues, and true liberals tend to be libertarian on social issues,\” says Sharon Harris, president of the Advocates for Self-Government. When you take into to consideration that economic issues always always always trump social issues in electoral politics, it becomes pretty obvious that Libertarians are just Republicans with no moral convictions. I guess that\’s better than a Republican who wants to stab me with a bible, but I\’ll never tell Andy that. Right when he and I really started to get into it, Ben distracted us like a couple of big, dumb animals by talking about cars or tits or something. He\’s lucky we didn\’t eat him like a pacifist burrito.
On my lunch break today, I drove out to Gwinnett County to get my CO2 tank filled. Gwinnett is so dirty and ugly that I find myself growing intolerant of inanimate objects. \”That is the most ignorant street light I have ever seen! How could a road let itself get so ugly? Have you ever seen a dumber exit ramp?\” The vast majority of my time spent in Gwinnett has been driving through it, so all of my observations are from swiftly moving automobile. That said, Gwinnett is a good representation of everything that is wrong with Atlanta, and I only say that because I\’m probably projecting my shame of having grown up in Cobb County, which is just as evil.
On I-85 in Gwinnett there are these huge silo looking towers. They have red lettering on them. One of them says “Gwinnett is Great”, and the second says “Success Lives Here”. Now I admit I don’t know a lot about success, but how successful can something be if it lives in a tower by the highway in Gwinnett?
Pretty successful as that is easily the nicest place in Gwinnett to live.
Yeah, um, how do I put a blogging tool on my page? How do I do it? I’m scared and I don’t know how to do it. Help me. Oh, by the way, “King of the Hill” was playing on tv last night in the bar where I was getting drunk. It made me think of you. “That’s TONY!” I screamed, pointing at the tv enthusiastically. The mesh-capped bar patrons yawned and stared into their beers, their bottom lips jutting out. I told them all about how you moved to Georgia to sell propane and propane accessories.
Tell me how to put one of these fantastic journal things online.
I know you think East Cobb is evil, and I know why because I grew up there as well. But once you have a kid, I think that changes. There is something to be said for a safe place for kids to grow up, allowing for the fact that I am a paranoid mom. I find something comforting in the fact that I can hear the football games and band practices of my old high school from my yard, and it’s most likely the high school my son will attend. I guess after living in NYC for a year and seeing moms try to navigate strollers up and down concrete subway steps I have a newfound appreciation for Cobb County. It’s not the place, it’s the parents, that what I always say. I should join ALTA.
Actually, it would be neat to live where I could hear the drumline, especially since I was on that damn drumline. I could see how living in New York would make you want raise a kid in a safe place. I would never live in New York for very long as a result of having killed myself in the face because New York is “of the stupid.” Having lived in a place like Portland, however, has confirmed what I thought all along, that Atlanta is inherently opposed to community. Sure there are little pockets where people help other people, but for the most part, this whole place is a bunch of squirrels trying to get nuts for themselves by any means necessary and with no regard for the effect they have on the tree.
Analogies are gay.
I agree with the wife, but I also agree with Tony.
How many neighbors have we met since we moved? 1 And that’s because he came stumbling over, ass drunk because he heard our Halloween party. Ha! There really is not any type of community in these little suburban communities in Cobb. Everyone is too busy to mess with anyone else. Stay the hell out of my yard and don’t try to sell me anything and maybe give me a friendly little wave as I drive by . . . and I hope I never have to do a driveby. BLAM!