Dream LIfe

If life is a dream, I'm awake for the first time

At night the moon gleams, I sit and sip wine 

The sun comes up, I expect to grind it out 

Expressions espresso and the express route 

Especially effortless, F the world no doubt 

So much for clout but what about the Benjamin's 

If you wanna eat out go to fucking Bennigans

Throw out, enough of these shenanigans 

I'll find a good one, every now and then 

I'm living on a cloud, I'm never comin down again

I felt, I could of been a better friend

In hell, you gotta be the better man

Hope I get well, sicker than Ive ever been

Exhale, smoke, sit down grab a pen

I don't know, it just started happening

I'm on a role lights camera ac-tion 

The End

Blogvember 

Poem about Kicking Ass

In the future or in the past the time we have just doesnt last
before your told before your asked life will kick you in the ass
it'll happen fast this kick to the ass so fast that you'll have time to pass
and time to frolic laugh and play to live again another day
but if you stay theres a chance you risk it
an ass gets kicked most every instant 
elder or infant it aint no different
the talentless and truly gifted
relentless bad ass kicking schindig 

BoomShakaLaka!

Fat Tire Please

The Suburban Invaders and I performed a show at The Redline Tap in Ravenswood on Sunday night. This is a unrehearsed improv moment from the show where we happened to be taking a little to long between songs and I simply tell the audience about this empty fat tire keg I brought with as a prop. Our new Drummer Rod was using it as part of his drum kit. I have been using the keg at home as part of my "No Exceptions, No Excuses" workout plan. After I simply point out the keg to the crowd, the whole band seems to jump on board and a whole ridiculous song about fat tire just seems to flow out of us. Just so you know, for all of the verses in the song I am impersonating this really great guy named Harry Fridas who often said "Fat Tire Please" and would always demand Fat Tire after doing odd jobs at work like mopping the whole floor or checking people in at the door. Last year Harry was deported back to Sydney Austrailia where there is no Fat Tire. Someday when I have more of a following, I plan on having an event called "Harry's Wild Show" where we would be the musical entertainment alongside some sketch and stand up comedy. The proceeds from the event would all go toward purchasing and exporting a whole Keg of Fat Tire to Harry who is currently living in Sydney. Harry If your reading this, I miss you man. I hope you like the song.