Monday, June 28, 2010

I'M A LUCKY, SAD, HAPPY, OLD BASTARD

Grade Six graduation today.  Bloody hell, they grow up quickly.  Seems like last week they were in JK.

Time.  Fuck.  It's enough to make you cry. 

I do cry.  On the sly, mind.  Inside.  But nearly all the time.  Over one thing or another.

Oh, sweet jeebus, I've enjoyed my time here.

Pass me the tissues, Llewellen.  And a frosty brew, lad.

Now, let's do some serious reminiscing. 

You start; I have something in my eye.

6 comments:

Woozie said...

I remember from about an hour ago that I found out gin tastes like ass. Didn't even want to finish the drink. As much as I enjoy Christmas, I don't want to taste it.

Doctorboogaloo said...

Final Jeopardy:

What do juniper berries remind you of?

The correct response:

Christmas and ass.


Fucking love it.

Omar said...

Speaking of crying, I'm going out of my mind with what is going on in this country under the boot heel of this theocratic conservatism we have been experiencing for the past 4 years. The past weekend in Toronto is a portent of what's to come. I can't do Facebook and be all happy-happy, joy-joy with this shit going on. I joined the the CCLA yesterday and sent a big donation. I think we're fucked.

Doctorboogaloo said...

Omar: I carried a card for about five years or so, back in the late seventies or early eighties. Been thinking lately I might rejoin.

Is Alan Borovoy still working? (My porous memory, don't you know?)

Omar said...

I don't know. I was very impressed by what Nathalie Des Rosiers had to say about the G20 crackdown yesterday on Power and Politics. She is why I joined and donated. People better wake the fuck up to what is going on here. I feel like I'm living in Nazi Germany circa 1936.

Doctorboogaloo said...

What I love about cops is their unwavering devotion to the rule of law... as long as they can interpret it on the fly, with tasers and truncheons in hand.

Sometimes, it's like being in high school again -- where the football studs are feted and fawned over while the rest of us can't even get a dance on Friday night.