Rock and Roll

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Can you really deny these great lyrics?

"You know that chick that used to dance a lot

Every night she'd be on the floor shaking what she'd got

Man when I tell you she was cool, she was red hot

I mean she was steaming

And that time over at Johnny's place

Well this chick got up and she slapped Johnny's face

Man we just fell about the place

If that chick don't want to know, forget her"

I don't know how old I was when I heard this song but for some reason I connected with it and I became a Rock and Roll fan for life.

Thin Lizzy rules!

Bringing it back to Boston

My beloved Red Sox won tonight!!!
We get to bring it back to Boston for a game six.

I've never been a huge sports fan but I've found that the Red Sox have a way of getting inside of you. I could care less about the other Boston teams but when I watch the Sox play I can feel a physical change to my body. In the past it was generally an unpleasant feeling in my gut as I watched them self destruct at the end of each season. The past few years have been more pleasant but it's not easy to get rid of all of those bad reactions. Like tonight, I couldn't relax until the last out was made even though they were up by six runs with two outs.

Go Sox!

No interest

I really thought my bald spot would generate more comments. Perhaps I'm not in tune with my public.

Bald Spot

This is what I see when by chance the back of my head is in a picture. I don't like it. I need to keep better track of this bald spot because I'm not sure of the rate of growth. I've always maintained that I don't mind going bald and I don't but it's that in between state of not being a bald guy but being a guy with thinning hair. Having thinning hair sounds like something a used car salesman has or someone who is fifty years old and still lives with their mommy.

Dragon Shirt

It's nights like tonight where I feel like there is just so much that I could write about. Yet when I sit down I got nothing. Oh yeah....I was going to write about this I thought about this the other day. I don't know how old I was but I think I was in elementary school maybe around 5th grade. I had a red shirt and and it had a sparkling dragon decal on the front. That was may favorite shirt ever! I think there may be a picture of me in it somewhere. I loved that shirt so much I wish I had it now. There are some objects that just make such an impression that you hate to ever give them up.