Huh. Title “optional” it says. Weird. But, since I’ve been having a taste of the alcoholic nature this evening whilst watching “The Rum Diary” with my beloved Sweet baby, thought I’d share a couple of quick things. Also, as an experiment, I’m not saying shit about this on Facebook or whatever. Just to see how many people are actually paying attention. Ah! A challenge! Of sorts, I suppose.
Anyway, here’s a neat stat. I started this blog at the end of July, last year (whatever the fuck year THAT was) and anyway, I have had 31,443 people read it since then. I think that’s pretty awesome. It’s not the most. It’s not like I work for “Cracked.” But I like it. Good stuff. Thanks. (I say this to YOU because I know you just read it, and are one of the people that “get it.” Seriously. Thanks. For all the shares, likes, etc. as well as your comments. And for reading my fucking dreck this long!)
And something else weird, ethereal, and awesome happened to me this week. As some of you know, I work in the Radio Entertainment Industry (one of my very FAVORITE industries!) and so I found myself at a particular New Car/Used Car Sales Lot o’ FUN, MOTHAFUCKA! Thi is one of the places we, the lowly “rock jock” find ourselves all the fucking time, trying to suck the teat of the corporate madre in order to pay our mortgage. No matter. It was okay. $150 for four hours work. Not bad. No matter. Because here’s the AWESOME part. While I’m out there, talking to some old guy with a cane who had come there (ostendibly) to look at vehicles, I learned that he had owned an original German Opel like the one driven by a chick I crushed on in High School, but also had owned an original 3-cylinder Subaru. Dude was cool. Anyway, his kid(?) came up later and also spoke with me. He didn’t say one word about the radio station I work for. Instead, he said ‘Hey! I read your blog! I’m “Umm…yeah!” ‘
That. Was. Awesome. Did he hear about this blog on the radio? Good chance. But what made me smile is that he was more interested in this blog than me playing Nickelback and telling dick jokes. That made me feel really good.
So thanks, dude. And thanks to you. Seriously. I want to kiss you. (Some of you more deeply than others.) As a reward, here’s my wife and me on our ten-year anniversary cruise. We had walked all over the goddam Bahamas and were tired, hungry, thirsty, and sweaty. Perfect.