Disgusting as gum, not actually pie. That’s how you know it’s a hybrid, when it does two things poorly. Don’t try to be all things to all people. If you smell like wintergreen, be gum.
We watched some friends do what they are good at last night and sing some karaoke. I stayed in my chair because I am a writer. I hold down my corner of the internet, and ask for no special indulgences. Few of us are legitimate triple threats. In fact, few triple threats are legitimate triple threats. J-Lo is mediocre at most things. I’m sorry, but it’s true. Don’t shoot the messenger Yo.
I have formally entered into negotiations with our friends Buzz and Reverend Dick to coordinate a summit meeting out west in May. I have to say up front it’s a long-shot, but it shouldn’t be. Fat Lad from England made it all the way to Tallahassee to ride trails, but of course I missed out on that too due to work. Still, he proves these things can happen. I may need to produce some BRC swag to help fund the effort. My best idea so far is camouflage tie-dye t-shirts with a BRC logo on them, but now I’m concerned that might be a hybrid too. I’ll have to make a test shirt and send Joey Bushyhead out to kill a deer in it. Conversely, I could send Magnum to a Widespread Panic show in one to try to score some LSD. Either way, the theory must must be tested.
When I put forth this idea to those closest to me I was met with a resounding “hmmph.”
That’s not even a word, just a vocalization of disapproval.
Once I get some product they will have to pay double. Somebody take this keyboard away from me. I’m typing like a drunk uncle making a toast at a wedding.
Have a great weekend. Ride your bikes. Do what you do. Don’t take shit from nobody.