Don't you remember the old days?

Meeting RT and Punko down the shore.

Remembering idiotic memories of a night-time so far away. Streets of Fire blares, Penguins on the tee vee, Alex Rodriguez homer.

Kitty kat passes my way, time spent out on the lawn today. Place looks out over a body of water, and Artie reveals to me more of his evil plot to rule the world through Heresy.

But I Digress.

The latest phenomenon sweeping the nation is apparently the four-hour workweek.

"I'm totally Retardo Montalban," notes RT.

John and I watch the game, analyzing what happpened

"The only reason I watch NBA basketball is because of Brad."

I stop in my tracks.

"We're seeing Willie Nelson, Mellencamp, Neil Young," Punko stops. "What?"

"What the hell did you just say?" I ask.

"At the concert. Who the hell was the third guy?"

"I don't know, I'll look it up." I start tapping away at the computer, at which I had already started this blog post."

"You know that guy," Punko is frustrated.

"Dude, who the hell is Brad?"

"Brad Miller."

Seriously, Punko said this at least two more times. Artie and I could not believe such a fucking ridiculous joke. So bad you had to just ignore it.

"Dude," I finally break down and ask, "are you secretly gay for Brad Miller."

"The violent dry heaving was probably not a good thing," Artie says, wiping his mouth as he emerges from the bathroom.

He's a walking soundbite." says Punko.

So I continue on with my Bierman Elkin story.

Something good to write about

So I thought the last post was so goddamned clever I'd definitely get at least one comment. I begged for them for the love of God!

It was my first time running ads, so I may have been distracted, but no longer.

PHISH PHANS. UNITE!


You going to tell me this doesn't send shivers down your spine.

If you were alive in the nineties, it would. Breaking away from the world today, takes everything you got.

Got this e-mail from one of the bests.

From: dontejas@optonline.net [mailto:dontejas@optonline.net]
Sent: Tuesday, May 05, 2009 10:10 PM
To: Jonathan Heit
Subject:

Dude, check this out:

http://www.bonnaroo.com/365/phish/

Good times; definitely one of the best road trips, even if that third guy was freakin' Kane.

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Kaner is a boner.


Long live Phish. The Dead of our generation, but even better in my mind. Mythology, stories and harmonies. An acquired taste, maybe, but once so... OH!!!

Enjoy, as I do....