Sunday, May 27, 2018

RIP Titty Sprinkles

Occasionally I will get a text or message asking me to explain the whole Titty Sprinkles thing.

It started as a goof based on a Morgan Freeman thing. I do love me some titty sprinkles.

It just stuck. And when I forget to add it at the end people fucking notice.

Morgan Freeman has been one of those constants in my life, like Vin Scully or Ted McGinley.

He was there when I was a kid watching Electric Company, through all of his movies... that fucking voice.

And now women are coming out of the woodwork accusing him of basically being a pig.

None of the accusations rise to the level of sexual assault and, he has apologized but, I like the women in my life and if someone treats them the way he's treated women I would want to throat punch the fucker.

So no more titty sprinkles after today.

My brother is going to see Frank Turner. He is officially a fanboy.

I posted a Rush song on my libro de cara yesterday because it was playing on a loop. It still is.

Life changes in the instant you weren't paying attention. Moments fly by and are gone faster than you can fathom.

Almost 30 years ago was yesterday and I was hauling ass up Mt. Baldy in my shitty Mustang II cranking that song thinking... the innocence slips away... was the most poignant part of that song, the next day I wake up and I'm 45 and summer's going fast and it's growing colder... makes a lot more sense.

I just want a few more moments with the people that matter most.

I promise, I won't take them for granted. I will lean in, pay attention to the smallest detail, dig my heels in and force time to drag me away from them.

Boobie spritz just does't feel the same.