Well, thursday, April 12 is my 34th birthday. Knowing all of you are eager to know what I want, I made a list. Sorry to post it so close to the actual day.
- I want a cordless drill. I have 2 already, and it’s not enough. I wear them in criss crossed tool belts like Jessie James. I need a third one to tuck into the back of my belt, A “hideout” drill, if you will. I have friends over and actually invite them to break stuff so I can swing into action. Any doper ladies who want to give me a “special” gift are welcome to come over. Loosen some of the fixtures in the bathroom and then retire to the bedroom in a teddy. You’ll know I’m ready for a night of fun when I come to the bedroom door naked. Except, of course, for my criss crossed tool belts, with two cordless drills slung low.
2.Ratchets and sockets. I just love to say that. “Hand me that ratchet.” “Where’s my 15mm sockett?” They just roll off the tongue. If you really want to please me, how about a socket adapter for my cordless drill? Damn! I’ll take the frickin car apart! Ladies opting for the “special” night above might want to avoid this gift, cuz I probobly won’t make it to the bedroom. I’ll open it and…" OMG! YES! A SOCKET ATTACHMANT! OH, YES BABY! YES! YESSS!.. cigarette?"
- Something for the car. I don’t care what, it dosent really matter. Ice scrapper, bumper sticker, fuzzy dice, anything. Get me a starter coil from a 1949 Oldsmobile Rocket 88, I’ll bolt the fucker on somewhere. Buy me oil. Buy me USED oil, I’ll recycle it. The secret here is the odor. It’s like catnip for men.
4.A TV with picture in picture. Hell, get me one with 16 windows, I’ll go nuts! I can watch EVERY NFL GAME AT ONCE!! Hell, I’ll even put soccer in one window, just in case Clog Boy drops by from Amsterdam! And you can flip them! I’ll be up at 3 AM flipping between the ping pong channel and public access. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip. Flip…
5.A label maker. WOW! What a gift! I have been meaning to get more organized, and for a man that mean labeling everything. Computer. Door. Lock. Key. Sink. Dirty dishes. Spoiled milk. Cat… naaa, not organized enough. Head, tail, whiskers, paws, ears. Yea, that outta do her!
6.A huge mother of a grill. Ahhh, burning meat over an open flame, takes me back to my Neanderthal roots! The fact that’s it’s a very short trip in immaterial. If you really like me, get me a BROKEN grill. It’ll save you money, and I can fix it with my cordless screwdriver! And then I’ll label it.
- A chain saw. Handheald, raw, vibrating destruction! I need logs cut into 3" lengths, I really do! That tree out back is dead, and the forest must me thinned! Fuck that, I’m gonna RAZE the damn forest! Goddamn birds are waking me up early with their cheeps anyway.
8.Beer. It dosen’t matter what kind, as long as I get lots of it. Light beer, white beer, lager, stout, imported, domestic, expensive, cheep, one beer, two beers, red beer, blue beer! I want it all! And after I drink it, I’ll go fix that grill. With the chain saw.
Thanks to everyone in advance. Please plan to visit me in the hospital and share your memories of my left hand and right leg.