I wrote a song

I wrote a song yesterday and I wanted to write a song about what freedom meant to me. At that very moment freedom was that I could go to the gas station and buy a mountain dew and a stick of beef jerky. The song emerged from me and the chorus went.


G C D C
You can't get beef jerky in Iraq
G C D C
all that gas to go no convenient sto
G C D C
if you want a snack and your living in Iraq
G C D C
You can't get beef jerky in Iraq

then it breaks into a round and we had quite the laugh with it.

I did a little research today and learned that dried and cured meats are actually pretty popular in Iraq. I found about a hundred different church groups that specialize in sending dried and cured meats to troops. So I don't know, I am thinking of maybe rewriting. There is a rap section of the song that really need the snack to rhyme with jerky. I might just record it as is and perhaps it will sound ironic or sarcastic or something I don't really know. I feel kinda dumb right now.

I knew that I did not have enough buttons on my shirt to go to that restaurant. live and learn.

Chess with Birds

It happened to me or rather my carpet. Person one, not being named to protect their identity woke and used the bathroom and did not flush because they were either still drunk, forgetful, or still have the effects of a brain injury in the past. Maybe they were saving water, it does not matter the toilet was not flushed. Persons two's dog then wakes up and starts to think that this is an opportunity to get a drink. The dog drink the water and pukes on the carpet.

The funny think is that I am not mad that my carpet smells like a mixture of piss and dog vomit. I'm simply to impressed and amused. I know in general, girls would find that an apartment that smells like piss and vomit is not sexy. But my brain just does not think that far ahead. In fact, I am still impressed and it is two day latter. What is wrong with me?