life is a game you don't win
you are screwed before you begin
still it's meant to be played
and one should not be dismayed
by the stupidity of the rules
or in competing with fools
for a share of the joy
hooo boy oh boy
it could drive one to drink
but then I stop and I think
I'm OK. It's not so bad
I'm really never that sad
And I get up each day
I reenter the fray
sometimes disoriented and dizzy
and very very busy
leaving behind things I've lost
no matter what the cost
nor whether verb or a noun
they can't drag me down
no, I'll forge ahead towards my goals
and when my bell tolls
it should really be Okay
cause they can take me away
in a grandiose style
while wearing a smile
to my last next big test
just when I thought I might rest

I found this archive of the interview with Joe Queenan.
It requires Real Player but listen if you can because it is pretty funny.

Listen to part A and it starts about six minutes in.

I hope you enjoy it.

I'm working on somethings but this pesky day job thing is really cramping my style.
I've got one more week to go and then I can settle down.

Too much work
And not much blogging
All my time
Is in the hogging

One more week
It should only take
Before those checks
I will then rake

Jobs well done
Laying so much tile
Bucks hard earned
Makes my wallet smile


Remember a heavy wallet is a happy wallet.

Sooner or later
When someone gets pissed
They’ll put you on top
Of their little shit list
Deserved or not
By chance or by luck
If you are like me
You won’t give a fuck
In fact it’s my wish
Suffice it to say
On the tippity top
I’d like to stay
At least it is then
With no up and downs
I’ll know where I stand
When I’m dealing with clowns.

A real high-end literary effort here I know but what the hell it’s something I always thought so I figured it deserved a poem.

You know I always remember stories and the times of my life with a kind of.....aw,you know what I mean. I kind of adopted that Movie title theme "When We Were Kings" that told of the lives during a specific period of Muhammad Ali and George Foreman and apply it to my younger years.When I was a King,I say.Sometimes, I just have to laugh at how carefree and indestructable I seemed to be then.

I'll explain.

I was a union construction worker building concrete office buildings so the money was good and I had a BMW R100S scooter that would sometimes not get off the exit for work but would continue on to head for the Atlantic Ocean off of Long Island for the day.Sometimes for two days even.make them think I was really sick.

I learned quickly that that the best day to go was on Monday when most waitresses were off and also heading to the beach for a little sun.It was always fun seeing if they had a Long Gisland accent (a turnoff)(but not an insurmountable or should I say unmountable one)Fran Dresser (The Nanny) has an accent like this.See what I mean?Yea or nay?I say yea.


One night myself and two other BMW riders buzzed down to NYC to go the Statue of Liberty party after she had been refurbished.Big major bash, the city was alive and at a club called Studio 54 (the in place at the time)they were having an invitation only party with all of the new runway models coming out hosted by the Temptations.It was hard to get into this place on a normal night.You had to be cool to get in.There was no parking anywhere close to the place......for cars......our bikes fit nicely on the sidewalk by the door thank you very much.I had on full black leathers and this was during the height of the Road Warrior movie craze that starred Mel Gibson and alot of women thought I bore a resemblance to him, thank you very much Mr Gibson.

So there we stood in line with basically no shot in hell of gaining entrance into this place but the line is moving quickly so we just played it cool and acted cool.The people directly in front of us were now at the door and giving their invitations to the door personel and I guess there was a small problem because they were talking alot and weren't getting in.The door man looked at them and told them to follow him so they all trapsed off into the club......leaving us......standing there.....looking at each other.....smiling......and wondering WTF.

We walked right in and we were immediately approached..............
..........by the finest cocktail waitress I've ever seen with a platter of champagne glasses filled with Dom.I grabbed a glass and headed for my rightful place at the foot of the stage where the Temptations were already playing.About three feet away from me.This same stage served as the runway for the models.Good place for Supercool to hangout.What a blast!Thank you very much!

Now,from now on I'm not relegating my King status thing to the past.I'm now a husband with two great kids and I love them all.I am now officially at my Kingliest.As we speak.

It don't get any Kingyer than this and it's important that I realise this right now while it's happening.

King Rob

For some reason I remembered today something that happened when I was 23.It was a beautiful summer day with not a cloud in the sky so I decided to take my boat out and do some fishing instead of going to work.I had a little motor boat docked at a marina in Stamford Harbor which is home to many boats both large and small.It was such a gorgeous day and I can't remember how I faired with the fish but most times it really didn't matter because I was content to just be out there on the Long Island Sound.

On the trip back into the harbor and coming in the opposite direction towards me was a 50' Hatteras Sportfisherman with a man sitting high on his flybridge at the controls of his yacht.Hatteras is world reknowned for producing beautiful seaworthy boats.As a matter of fact I used to work in the marina we were passing just then so I knew a little about boats.This boat was so beautiful I felt like hiding as I was in my little noname stinkpot and I thought to myself, someday, someday that will be me up there.

We were now almost side by side on each others left when the man gave a nod and a wave and the type of half smile one can so easily imagine.There was something ceremonial about the greeting like a right of passage,indianlike and spiritual and much easier to sense than explain.I waved back and I made an expression that would convey how awesome I thought his yacht was.

I admired the Hatteras as it passed.I turned my head to get one last look and on the transom,painted in big bold letters was the name.......SOMEDAY.

I've since lost sight of the dream but I will always remember the occurance and to this day it still invokes a smile.