So I kept getting certain references on the joke beard today. Of course, I was compared to some guy in a Guy Fawkes mask Colonel Sanders But the one that really surprised me was Vladimir Lenin
So, of course, I started making jokes like "Well, a Hitler mustache would be tasteless...but c'mon, it's a Lenin goatee!"
About once a year or so I get the urge to shave off whatever facial hair I've got (I end up growing it back a week or so later), but it's been a while.
So I was talking about it to a friend the other day, and they convinced me that I had to do something ridiculous, and get through at least one work-day with it.
(I know, you're thinking, can't I just hear this whole story at once? And I say, "c'mon, I'm linking this stuff off youtube, what can I do?")
I know you're thinking "Oh, some crappy stand-up comic", right? Ok, maybe, but this guy used to sing for ye olde punk rock band Black Flag, and listening to his spoken word stuff had its hand into warping me a little back in my youth. (I can find people that'd be willing to give depositions that his spoken word stuff stuck a little too hard, trust me.)
Made up a little for not riding as far I'd hoped the past two weeks, with the longest week yet. Getting a little easier, and even the 19.2m ride was doable (though I almost completely ran out of steam near the end of it)
And when the shift was over and you tapped me on the shoulder for attention... You broke the stare that I had found myself a comfort zone into.
It wasn't funny but the act of wasting money was tradition... And present company had narrowed all the options left to do.
A recent study asked the laymen all their opinions... And with a small degree of error they were all the same.
And there was nothing left to feel, for us to know... The Pain, the Pleasure, the Highs, the Lows... And there was no one left who cared enough to make the claim:
And now the future was free, and the present exciting (Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy...
The mood was daring so we spent the evening sharing our convictions, uneasy moments quickly shifted conversation back to you.
And though we're grinning I can see a fresh beginning of dissention. Although the awkwardness of make-believe was hardly something new.
It seemed the perfect time to start up with a new addiction... To pass the time obsessing over something new.
And there was nothing left to feel, for us to know... The Pain, the Pleasure, the Highs, the Lows... and the time we spent in silence was the last thing left to do.
And now the future was free, and the present exciting (Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy...
And now the future was free, and the present exciting (Come On!) as we both began to sacrifice the past in effigy... ) It was degrading, but I was appreciating the attention, (Yeah!) the simple words and gestures were the safety that we hide behind...
It wasn't spoken but the time elapse has broken the affection And knowing failure was an option gave the only piece of mind...
And now the future was free and the present exciting... And soon the past will always leave an open doorway... Back to you, to you, to you.