Somehow, I’ve ended up ripping an old OMD CD at quarter to eleven on a Sunday on the week that my 30 something year old girlfren left me alone here in my stinking fuckin’ apartment…
A way way back, way back when I left my parents house, lets say 1980… The first band I saw in my new home of Toronto, the first place I lived alone as a so called adult… was OMD at the Masonic Temple. Folks this was 24 years ago. How old were you 24 years ago? How old, you stupid little shit? [Sorry, I do love you... you little shit]
I am old… I am alone…
Cool, eh
I’ve been her so many fucking times…
Darcy, Michele… My folks, my pals, my peers, are the tweeners you do not know about, the completely lost generation… the generation whose life was sucked out of them by those fucking boomers… who have to put up with shit for brained kids who think Green Day is fucking punk, hell! even I missed punk… God bless me and my useless, burnt out old failure friends. AND fuck you and your god damned hope!
CYA…
Peace… yours truly, your toothless burnt out freind
God, please find me a woman, ’cause I am really really sick of you frikin’ GIRLS!
