I Don’t Have To Smash Every Looney Along The Way

I rode the elevator with a rockstar today. Yep. It’s true. Earlier. The elevator. A true-blue rock n’ roller. He was singing to an Axl Rose tune. Actually high and mighty to the din of a GNR song. I love GnR don’t get me wrong. Even painted my pair of denim with the flashy two-pistols-two-roses emblem back in ’92. I love Axl’s voice. It’s “the sound that a tape player makes when the cassette finally dies and the tape gets ripped out…but in tune” remember? Screeech.

But, Axl’s yawp inside an elevator? Truth is, that doesn’t bother me. ‘Cause I’m cool as a cucumber. What troubles me is what this looney thinks of me. Is there nothing in my anatomy that could earn me some respect?

Next time I ride with rockstar I’ll make sure he’ll love Connie Francis.

We’re Not The Fortunate Ones For TDKR

Pegging from Manila’s cost of living standards, the price to pay for enjoying a view of The Dark Knight Rises in one of the choice theaters here would be equal to a couple of decent fastfood meals. Or three pairs of undies. Or three days allowance for the grade schooler.
The price could pay for a lot of common-use household supplies. A booty.

We are in a hand-to-mouth existence. We’ll just have to wait till the TDKR fever chills down. Then we’ll be alright again.