Going back to Whitestone’s The End Zone, Friday night to see Thinning The Herd, was a fun cultural throwback.
I grew up in Whitestone, NY, and I have no aversion to the place. My mother and a good chunk of my extended family still live there.
One day, maybe I’ll move back there, it’s a nice place to raise a fambly. Worked for my parental unitrons.
I strangely felt bad for the bartender, who, as far as I know, had been working there since we left High School. However, I cannot enforce my expectations of life, on him. Maybe he is as happy as a pig in shit, having had worked there for so long. What do I know? I have never been TRULY fulfilled with any job, any job, that is until I found teaching. Oh Welles…
Grading mad papes, currently, and just wanted to do a little post weekend post.
Shout out to Ill Bill, whose new
record was purchased, by me, at Fat Beats yesterday, whilst me and Ben W. Va. were hard core chillin’. Then I got a new tat:
Arguably, the first time someone has gotten a tat, based on a blog post of theirs, from earlier in the week. But seriously, it obviously, all has to do with this new life of mine, and dats mad kewl. I love getting tattooed. The last time was 04′ and I wanted to get something after I graduated in 07′, but never did. So after the drama of the past few months, it just seemed right.
Now, the next two weeks are all about surviving til’ Thanksgiving break. Pray for me.
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