Well, I said that I’d never do it, but here I am. Posting to my blog, drunk. Drunk as a skunk. I’ve got “Let he who hath understanding” tattooed in black ink on the underneath of my left forearm. I think that it’s pen. I hope that it’s pen.
Anyway, I just spent the last half hour listening to Black Sabbath. The early stuff. The good stuff. The Paranoid stuff. I think now it’s time to finish up with some Danzig. Oh, Glen Danzig, where are you when I need you? I mean, Obi Wan was there for Luke when he needed him… and he was dead! Where are you Glen? My mentor, my teacher, my master…
demon i am and face i peel
to see your skin turned inside out, ’cause
gotta have you on my wall
gotta have you on my wall, ’cause
i want your skulls
i need your skulls
For the drunken record, I’m pretty sure it’s Obi Wan…the force was not with you, eh? That’ll teach ya to post drunk. See? Now you’ve amused people and got a lesson in speeling.
Doh! Sean is right. Damn you alcohol! You’ve ruined my life for the last time…
Ummmm… errr… in love? With me? Skulls? What the…?
Heather did mention something about that… at some point. I really thought that she didn’t know what was going on. However, now it’s all so clear; it was me that didn’t know what was going on. Am I really this clueless? Apparently so.
Sigh…