ASSassIN8

Well, yesterday was the inguaration of Obama. And well I feel like this man is gonna get assinated in the future. So I was gonna do an ASS tribute on my blog to the girl that this ass belongs to. And I will. But not today.


So last night at 11:27 I got a phone call from the man. The one and only Jon. Or is it John? Well regardless, if you've been to any show at the Grog Shop in Cleveland Heights, or Bside liquor lounge on Sundays. You've seen him. The head of security. The dude, that looks like me in 20 years. We talked for 4 hours 31 minutes n 7 seconds. This is the longest I've talked to anyone on the phone in years. Those fuckin things get so hot against your ear. But he told me a ton of stories about his past. How things work in the present. And gave me plenty of advice for the future. John thinks I'm an awesome bartender. And he's never even seen me work. He is the fuckin man. And if your dumb enough to get caught doing something stupid at the grog/bside, and he throws you out. Dont get pissed. You deserved it.

Now last night I had got some hot wings from the pizza shop up the road from my apartment. They were pretty good. Very little heart burn came from them. But my mouth was on fire. Well I ate alittle bit more than half of them and some breadsticks n was full. Well the wings were still sitting in their container on a tv stand next to my couch. In conclusion to this. Wings are always better the second day. The wings I had at Pats that were from the night before.I did not drink the 40 with the condesation on the inside. That was just one of his welcoming gifts.