Procrastinating

I am the personification of procrastination….now.

Not before I retired.

I have severed lucrative business deals because of a tardy meeting. I am such a stickler for it, probably anal about it.

But NOW, hell, I might get around to whatever whenever.

I like it this way.

I get lost all the time.

With the Android Auto GPS system helping me.

But everything is so green and pastoral as you go through winding farm lands I don’t mind getting lost at all. But when I try to remember how I got lost, I would end up getting lost from getting lost which is a crock.

I set my twenty-song playlist for my gig this Friday:

One Headlight

Country Club

Long-haired Redneck

Look What You’ve Done

Werewolves of London

Baby’s Gotten Good at Goodbye

Against the Wind

Freddy Krueger’s Nightmare

Every Time You Go Away

It’s Five O’clock Somewhere

Madman Across the Water

I Saw Her Standing There

The Dance

Gone

Don’t Dream it’s Over

Mr. Jones

Night Moves

I Love a Rainy Night

I’ve Been Everywhere

Imagine

I have been meaning to purchase tickets for a nice trip to Italy, but getting my wonderful soulmate on board with anything is, well, never mind.

As my big brother Ed would say “The word unspoken is the word uneaten.”

Wise man.

I managed to procrastinate my way out of every scent of a possible moving in together scenario. I suppose you could say I was successful at not maintaining good relationships with my own girlfriends.

Girls with plans can smell you out in a New York second if you are good “material” with which to work their magic spell.

I was not good material.

The weird thing is that I have maintained amicable relationships with every single one of my ex’s. A whole slew of them showed up at my wedding reception. After that day, in the first hours of our union, Karen told me that the dumbest thing she had ever done was tell me to invite them. First of all, she thought there was only one or two of them, and second of all, she didn’t expect them to be dressed like strippers and coed playmates, which is well, what they were.

The place I am playing on Friday has an owner that will take videos of me playing as she does for all her entertainers, so I will def post online after they hit the net.

So, you shit on teachers for decades, pay them shit wages, subject them to moronic little assholes and their screaming, destructive ways, and wonder why they have left the education system in about as good a shape as Ukraine?

Besides, with all the stupidity that presently exists, kids’ education has probably been setback a good twenty years, in my estimation.

The education system obviously received an “F” grade for how it has handled the whole thing and it just plain sucks.

I am talking about colleges lowering their academic requirements for admission.

Why not?

Take the dumbest of the dumb.

Republicans.

Stay well.