Yes, ladies and gents, I was that guy Harry Chapin talked about in his song, trolling the clubs after hours, trying to play kickball with the girls. (And there are no ugly girls)
I'd wouldn't let them kick my balls, though. Well, the ex found out and kicked them anyway.
During all this, I found out I was quite illiterate. But I read a lot of legal mumbo jumbo. Things about child support and cost of the court. Oh, I'll admit Ol' Harry deserved his spanking, but he wished it was in any room but a courtroom. I would have been such a good boy....(A walk!. I wanna go for a walk!)
Another buddy hooked me up to the next gig out in the boonies. Top 40 with the playlists already set. The "music" sucked, but I didn't care. All I had to do was punch buttons, drink coffee and ad-lib now and then. And it was afternoon drive time to boot. Asleep, hungover...it didn't matter, I could do that show dead.
One day, a process server came in with another update to the Ex's "agreement". It sounded like:
The Program Director caught wind of the summons and killed the contract. Something about a morals clause, not that that has ever stopped me.By that time, a wonderful thing called Clear Channel had come about and they black balled me.
So, now here I am, a fat, balding old fart, floating disembodied here on the internet using a set of fake call letters for an audience mainstream radio left behind. Keep drinking that Geritol, ladies. I'm available for Bar Mitzvah's and Divorce parties.
Pic guesses: Off the list (in blog), another one bites the dust, Get in line, bad decisions, Another notch, rambling man (in blog), bad, ex (in blog),