I know I said that I wasn't going to sing on this blog but it turns out I lied. Singing badly is so much a part of who I am, I can't leave it out of something that's supposed to represent me in all my craziness. Please forgive me, I know not what I do.**

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The mama pajama rolled out of bed
And she ran to the police station
When the papa found out he began to shout
And he started the investigation
Its against the law
It was against the law
What the mama saw
It was against the law

The mama looked down and spit on the ground
Everytime my name gets mentioned
The papa said oy if I get that boy
I'm gonna stick him in the house of detention
Well I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way

I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie the Queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

In a couple of days they come and take me away
But the press let the story leak
And when the radical priest
Come to get me released
We was all on the cover of newsweek
And I'm on my way
I don't know where I'm going
I'm on my way

I'm taking my time
But I don't know where
Goodbye to Rosie the Queen of Corona
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
See you, me and Julio
Down by the schoolyard
Me and Julio down by the schoolyard

* I know that's not the title of the song but I like that line. Yeah, I'm weird. So sue me.

** This is a complete and total lie.

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Also, I wanted to work something in about Running Scared (the 1986 movie, not that piece of crap 2006 movie) because Jimmy Smits' character is named Julio and I totally associate the name Julio with Running Scared. Anyhow, the quote I wanted to use doesn't actually have anything to do with Julio and its comedic value is entirely dependent upon how Billy Crystal says it so it really doesn't translate to a written blog entry at all. That said, I loved Running Scared and think it's really a funny movie. Lastly, I miss Gregory Hines.

That is all.

This past month or two I've been riding this goddamned rocking horse for all I'm worth but these walls, they're still whispering at me.

For the past year or so, the walls have been quiet, leaving me to finally rest after deafening me for most of my life. But when it rains, it fucking pours man. Car repair bills, a nephew wanting to test for his green belt (those tests are not cheap - and he passed! Next is green with a brown stripe), dogs needing vet visits, showers deciding to stop working, blah, blah, blah. Same old shit but we got forcibly relocated to Bandini mountain and I'm just about done in.

Le sigh. Thank for listening. It'll be all right - I can see the light at the end of the tunnel we've bored through the fertilizer. I only wish my horse'd rock forward faster. :-)