my news rant

The golden boy of American swimming and I have almost nothing in common. He’s athletic and smiley, a hero to the masses; I’m lazy and not very athletic, a hero to no one of note. I can now play six degrees of separation with Michael Phelps, provided pot dealers are a fair play. Yes, Uncle Sam’s fourteen time Olympic Gold Medalist has been caught with his hands in the cookie jar or more specifically, with his mouth on the bong. Not the same one at the same time. We’re living in heady times, my friend's. They don’t make ’em like they used to, the role models, I mean. Where have you gone, Joe Dimaggio? A nation turns its lonely eyes to you. this is just something that has botherd me for awhile and i wanted you all to know why.