Meet my buddy, Johnnie Walker. He's from Scotland.

Okay, so this is the first, um 'potentially drunk' post I've ever written. However, I've also wanted to, you know, perhaps do that. With that said, let's get real...

Just watched the ending of St. Elmo's Fire. Remember Andrew McCarthy? I gotta be honest, the music from that movie makes my heartache. It's like, I don't know, a reminder of how old I'm getting. 80's music always does that to me. It's just scary how time flies by.



Getting older is such a surreal experience, and I really don't know how to explain it. I've spent my life dealing with people that are older then me, but now, that's not the case. Professionals such as doctors, lawyers, athletes, you name it - all younger than me. I tell myself that 30 was the new 21, but hell, that was five years ago.

But wait, I do have a silver lining. Not sure if that's the right term, actually.

Anyway, my 30's so far has kicked my 20's ass, and my 20's were pretty awesome too. At this point I'm comfortable with who I am and that's pretty damn liberating. I often wish that 20's Brad could have been more like 30's Brad, but then you'd have time/space continuum issues.

I've always been a late bloomer, I mean damn, it takes me 4 months to grow a beard like this. But, I do feel sad about the fact that the years go by so quickly now. Relationships really mean so much to me now, and connecting the dots of my life bring me some sort of peace.

With that, I'm going to bed. Woo!

Mulletitus and the search for Pat McGroyne...

Ah, you thought I'd gone away for good, right? That would be a big hells to the no. Instead I spent what should have been a stress free batch week, drinking from the fountain of anxiety. Oh yeah, and I capped it all off with a sleep over at Vanderbilt while they tried to get me to stop pooping and puking. I'll be honest, I need a whole new fleet of undies.

So no movie of the week, no funny vid, no 24 talk - just the GC archives. By the way, the Charlie Daniels post has by far been my best seller. It brings folks together from across the globe.

Nothing to really talk about, so I'll just bring you up to speed on a few things happening around the cockroach. Sometimes I like my job, and other times I want to hop on a spaceship and enter hyper sleep for about 70 years. Wake up, look around, eat an egg sandwich, then I'd watch Heat, Big Trouble In Little China, and Goonies, then go back to sleep, hyper sleep.

For a quick reminder, I work in the music industry. It's an industry that can repulse me as quickly as it can invigorate me. Imagine running around and got shot at constantly, but you can't see where any of the shots are coming from. So, you start shooting, and you shoot and they shoot and nobody is sure what they're shooting at. Then you realize you've hit something, but you're not sure what it is. This makes no sense, you see. That's the point.

I feel better now.

So, I've been trying to get my house painted for several months now. I tried to get an equity loan, but I couldn't. So, I tried a few more times, and couldn't. I then decided to refinance, and I couldn't. Then I tried again. Success! Or, so I thought. One day before I was supposed to close on the new loan, it fell through. Okay, well technically it didn't fall through - they would give me the loan on one condition. Wait for it... if I painted the house. That's right mo foe's. It didn't meet HUD qualifications. The government had successfully protected me from myself. (The story you just read took place over two months)

On a positive note, I've found my birthday present. Check it out.

If you want to get me something for my birthday, try Johnnie Walker Black. Or, a gift certificate to Frugal MacDougal will work fine.

Finally, here is a text conversation I had today.

Person X: Who is ****** agent?
Me: Pat McGroyne
(several minutes pass by)
Person X: Good thing I showed that to *** ******* you fuck
Me: hahahahahahahahaha





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