What is it now some 33 yrs i was just a kid I remember i was workin in a food warehouse drivin a towmotor assembling pallets of food, with a makeshift car radio & speakers in a box straped on. tunes while you work, then the news it sucked. This summer my wife and i visited the site in front of the Dakota.You wanna talk about goose bumps. What a beautiful Building.
The brain chimes right in with i am the boss because i do all the thinking my pulses make you all do what i say there for i'm the boss.The heart says i'm the boss because without me pumping the blood none of you could work, The eyes say with out me the body would not even know where it is so we're the boss.The feet say we're the boss cause with out us you could'nt get to where the work is.The hands say with out us you could'nt hold anything to do any work we are the boss. And then the a s s h o l e says i'm the boss and closed right up and soon the body started shutting down the brain ached made it hard to think,the eyes went blurry the feet were so sore thay could not move,the hands were all clenched up.The heart could not hardly pump,
Now i guess the morrow of this story is you don't have to be a brain to be the boss just an Ass hole.
Thanks y'all, I shoulda' booked a flight & room at the same time I bought the ticket like I usually do. Say la vie. I never bought into the "credit" trip. You either have it, are good for it, or you do without it. Isn't that what FZ ment by Plastic People = credit card people? Ha ha!
Well, on Saturday night I will be at Avery Fisher Hall listening to the wonderful NY Philharmonic Orchestra playing the music of Mozart and Mendelssohn. Then at 5 am Sunday morning, I leave home to go to JFK where I board a widebody jet to LA so I can be at the ROXY for nights two and three, and the world's finest rock band plays the world's finest music. YESSSSSSS!!!!!!!