It’s been a long time. I had to give up one of my favorite passtimes when I married. Jumping around in your boxers imagining that your a rock star is something you just don’t do in front of your wife. Kinda funny that I never thought twice about jumping around nearly naked acting like a fool with a bunch of guys, but would never do it in front of my wife. Oh well, teenage boys are like that.
Sooooo, a couple of days ago I pop in the new Cult CD. Oh yeah, it jams. While I’m sitting typing away on my computer I start to feel a little tingling in my loins. Hmmm, I’m not looking at porno, so what could that be? Wait a minute my brain starts to kick in. This in and of itself came as a suprise, when I’m looking at porno my brain never kicks in. Long forgotten memories come to the surface. My leg starts to wiggle. My head starts to bob. I get up and lock the doors, I’m out of practice so I don’t want anyone to catch me. Then I do it. Yes! I’m a rock god again. I’m 31, married with a son and I still can play one mean ass air guitar. For one small moment in time its the 80’s again. My hair is long and the chicks dig me.
BANG, BANG, BANG…TURN THAT SHIT DOWN! Damn its the wife. She’s hates loud music. Back to reality. I’d tell her and maybe invite her to join me, but I just don’t think she would understand. Hell, I’m sure she would laugh her ass off and probably tell all my friends. I love you honey.
When was the last time you played air guitar?