Crap, dude. I just used a webcam to confirm my worst fear. No, there are no monkeys throwing Mike & Ike’s at me, thankfully. I’m referring to my thinning hair. How the freak am I supposed to take over the world now?
Don’t try to remind me of the fact that the people I respect most have little hair (Douglas, Patterson, Clean). It does little to salve my wounded, fragile ego. I don’t even have money to make up for it with a sports car.
My friends, The Hislops, can use some prayer. Maureen’s mom had a stroke. Mom’s hanging in there, but dang if that doesn’t shake up your whole outlook on things. Mo’s out in Woodstock, NY with her family. Pray for enough recovery to get her mom home to San Clemente.
I likes me the Hislops and it’s hard to see them get rocked like this.
Sidebar: I think this is what my website will look like as I get older. I’ll be posting about injuries and health woes.
“My new hip doesn’t hurt as much as the last one. Oh and by the way, vote for my contest entry over at Ensure.com!”
I got to pick up my sweet Fender today! I brought Kevin Grose because he was in a band and he could actually identify the bands on the walls. Like the drummer from The Scorpions, for instance.
A bright spot in my otherwise crappy day:
CM.com best buddy, David Malloy, got to shoot his scene in the ER season finale! It’s one line, but it’s a funny one line.
Here’s David all did up with wardrobe and make up:
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