Thursday, February 26, 2015

I don't know why you say 'goodbye,' I say 'hello'

I love the Beatles. Always have. I inherited every Beatles album from my Uncle Charlie. I had few copies of my own so the leftovers I plan on giving to my cousin. I say that because she's a young college woman who loves the Beatles. That's a child that was raised right.

Unfortunately, Uncle Charlie also left me some Ringo and Wings.

Did you know that more people rate Pete Best as their favorite Beatle than Ringo? (It could be true)
I don't know why I woke up in a Beatles frame of mind today. Usually that indicates something deep inside my psyche trying to sort through some shit.

When I was an adolescent I would wallow while playing Sgt Pepper's Lonely Hearts Band, ungodly large headphones on, cranked to 11. I'm slowly losing my hearing in my left ear.

George would have been my favorite, but he got punked by Clapton. A man fucks your wife, then marries her you cut that motherfucker. Also, Clapton is God.

This dog is more badass than George.
I swear, I really do love the Beatles.

I wonder why my wife's cancer is trying to come back.

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