My mind is blank I take another drink. I’m not destroyed but I’m right on the brink. I sit and count them shot by shot. The little things that I never got

Since mid January we’ve been steadily hit with the harshest winter elements in Chicagoland in 3 years. Overnight we has an ice storm. I guess we were spoiled last year. I’m pretty much over it. So are my co workers.

Concerts: 

Mojo Nixon (Blue Island) , Mortiis (Joliet), Angel (St. Charles), Ace Frehley (St. Charles) , Billy Idol (Naperville) , Cheap Trick (New Lenox), Joan Jett (New Lenox), Exxxotica (Rosemont) and Flashback Weekend (Rosemont)  all of these shows I’m attending so far in 2019 and not a damned one is in the actual city. Prong aren’t even being booked here on their current tour. The promoters in Chicago just won’t book hard rock bands anymore. 

Update: 2/13/2019

I got home and it just keeps getting worse. 

Same week as Mortiis in Joliet and the night before EXXXOTICA which is a terrible time to have that convention But I’ll be at all 3 even though no promoter in Chicago will book these bands meaning another trip out of town.

 A yacht and a Rolls and a private jet, A dirty blonde in a red Corvette
Wife and kids and a house and a pet, Those are the things that I can’t get

Happy V.D.

“But I’ll tell you, the only thing that keeps me going is this chick. I’ve got this incredible chick on the side you see, and she is so hot, I can hardly believe it. She’s got one of those heart-shaped asses. Have you ever had a chick with a heart-shaped ass?”

- from 9½ Weeks (1986) Mickey Rourke

The Dream Is Dead – Type O Negative

Champagne glass of blood and wine
On chocolate hearts alone I dine
Candles weeping waxing fears
Ten roses for one year- disappear

Arrows faster in my heart
Each memory another dart
Love and death both colored red
Showing my past, my dream is dead

Another lonely Valentine’s Day
I can’t believe that things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine’s Day

Nobody will break your fall
All for non, yeah, none for all
Nothing’s so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools

Nobody will break your fall
All for non, yeah, none for all
Nothing’s so cruel as the truth
Join the Festival of Fools

Another lonely Valentine’s Day
I can’t believe that things turned
out this way
And though I hate to see you go
I know it must be so
Another lonely Valentine’s Day

The dream is dead.

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