I know, I know.
A lot of people bow up and get all froggy when they hear the “s” word, but truth be told (which I will do on occasion), there are some kids that could use a little extra somethin’-somethin’ when it comes to their discipline routine.
And everyone knows who they are.
Go ahead; ignore them and let your kids grow up to be wild, destructive and offensive.
I suppose the world needs more Republicans.
When you’re not there, your “friends” are talking about what a shitty parent you are and what little assholes your kids are.
I honestly wish I didn’t give a damn about what people thought of me and in the short period of time I lived like that, I didn’t care for myself.
The fact is, I do care what people think about me. I honor my ancestors, education, and all my collective life experiences when I speak or act, as do all of us. To treat it so flippantly is a blatant disregard of our choice to live in a world of peace and understanding.
Ask any child before the eighties and they will recall at least one spanking.
I talk like this real straight-line hardass, but it’s easier to do when you have no children of your own.
The truth is, Karen would probably have to step up and be the enforcer; I’d be way too busy building forts and fighting aliens for such matters.
We don’t even spank our doggies (our children).
I am looking forward to playing a couple of my original songs next Saturday night at a local brewery as part of 28 contestants vying for cash prizes.
That’s a lot of competition, but I am pretty confident in mine.
Writing a good song is hard.
It is only a couple months away that they will be announcing the winners of the National Songwriters contest where I have five songs entered in five different genres.
This would actually mean way more to me, because it is being judged by industry professionals including national names.
With open voting, these events can turn into popularity contests and are not true indicators of the quality of the songs being played.
Karen told me to sack up and quit being a pussy, so I guess there’s no backing out now.
I’m getting impatient with my leg which is taking forever to heal, keeping me pretty much confined to the house, as I am unable to use my prosthetics, walkers, or canes.
I was thinking it might be the end of the line for old Maddogg, that my playing career is over.
Karen looked me straight in the eye and told me that if she had to carry my guitar and PA system to every one of my gigs, she would do so, but that quitting was not an option that was available to me.
So I’m compromising and taking one more month off at home to heal my leg and this will hopefully allow me to carry on with my music endeavors.
I’ll keep you posted as my competition approaches…
Stay well.
