Dear Liza!

10.4.2k2
Thursday, 24 October 2002

You ever been in a crowd, say at a party, where you have to raise your voice just to be heard by the person standing right next to you only to say something provocative just at the moment there is an unnatural lull in the din of noise? Then there's egg on your face or if you're like me you immediately say something even louder and more provocative. See, because with me, that's what you get. I step in that kind of shit all the time, just, it doesn't bother me none. Example: I'm driving my c.a.r. to work the other day and find myself stopped dead in my tracks for no explainable reason. Highway driving = highway speeds? Nope. 0.0 mph/kph. As I got no car stereo due to a wild series of mishaps with a detatchable Alpine CDA 7838 faceplate, I got no choice but to sing shit to myself. Sometimes the things I'm singing are sung to the tunes of actual songs, but often times not. This time I was singing, pretty loudly, "Why the FUCK are we stopping, you assholes, you assholes / Why the FUCK are we stopping, you assholes, why the fuck?" I look over and there's a car stopped in the lane next to me and as both our windows are rolled down this pilgrim hears everything I just sang. We make eye contact. Her jaw begins to drop. I see no other option but to let fly: "I guess 'cause we're dipshits, and can't drive, and can't drive / I guess 'cause we're dipshits who can't fucking drive." I'm halfway through that verse when she rolls up her windows. Teach her to eavesdrop on my singing.

Who misses Annie? AC does, and I do too! That's it!

See you there! bye-ee!