10
Dec
It’s been a damn long time since I made a mix tape for all y’all. Of course it’s been a long time since I really felt like myself but I am getting better. Anyway this one was inspired by a couple of guys I used to work with who really need to take H. L. Mencken quote on the cover of this one seriously and dust off the skull and bones I know each one has hidden in their little black hearts and get on with gettin’ gone. Yeah you ain’t gettin’ an explanation for that statement either. Just shut up and enjoy the music…
So my local watering hole, Curb Checkers, has these four females who act like they are holding court whenever they are present. I mean these chicks have balls. They will complain about songs on the juke, whine about people, gossip about friends, and generally act like batches. I ain’t using that term lightly either. Tonight they aren’t happy about my musical selections and I couldn’t care less.
I used to be their good side and I didn’t like them then. Now they don’t like me and that’s alright by me. They know better than to talk shit to me even though I have seen them demand the barkeep skip songs on the juke they know good and well I wouldn’t stand for it. And to top it off their music, currently playing as I write this, is pop-tripe.
I don’t really have a point here other than if I heard they died in a fire you’d have to do exploratory survey to find any concern. In fact if the biggest one (they are all big girls) wasn’t mad-dogging me I wouldn’t even have cared enough to write this. Maybe I got drunk one night and turned one of them or something. There’s just not enough whiskey in this bar for me to say yes to one of them.
I am bored of writing about them already.
